Ultra Woman, the series! (plus her daughter Anya)

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Ultra Woman: The Clone - Part 3


Droid wasted no time. Instantly he set up a set of drugs that would keep
the potentially dangerous Amazon comatose while he performed various tests
on her DNA and brain. For two straight days, with only minimal sleep, the
twisted scientific genius strove towards his goal: the perfect clone.

After the second day he had a potential clone growing. After two more days,
this first one died as he tried to stir it into independent life. By the
fifth day since kidnapping the Amazon superheroine, he had been able to
create a clone that would last an hour.

Droid paced back and forth in front of a full length tube filled with
greenish nutrients a week after the capture. Within the tube, with a dozen
cables attached to her body, floated the sleeping Ultra Woman. Naked in all
her Amazon glory, her dark hair floating around her face, she looked
perfectly angelic.

A series of electrodes placed on her head stimulated the heroine to remain
in a deep REM sleep. That way Droid could keep her unconscious but not have
to resort to heavy uses of drugs which could contaminate her pure Amazonian
body and therefore, the results of his evil experiments. The nutrients
themselves were saturated with oxygen so that she was able to breath them
without difficulty. That did away with the need for a mask to provide
oxygen to her lungs.

He had managed to up the duration of the clones to almost six hours. Per
the orders of his reluctant landlords and paymasters, each clone had been
given all the natural thoughts of the helpless superheroine, but with a few
twists. One was that in the back of the cranium, Droid had implanted a tiny
explosive. The men at SPAY would take no chances of any of the clones
escaping.

Each time he had created a clone, he could run tests on the DNA of the
clone and tell, almost to the minute, when it would die and start
decomposition. Each and every one had been a failure in that each time
Droid knew that the clone would not be a duplicate of the original, but
only a temporary construct, albeit with the emotions and thoughts of the
original. As a failure was acknowledged, Droid would hand over the clone,
drugged and unconscious, to the SPAY commander. Droid didn't need a failed
clone other than for blood and tissue samples. SPAY, on the other hand,
could do some much more imaginative testing.

Droid crossed his arms and stared up at the floating Asian beauty. "What is
your secret...?" he whispered to himself. "What am I missing...?"

---------------

Ultra Woman, her costume glinting goldenly in the faint light, walked
through a deserted warehouse. Crates were stacked high into the air.

Suddenly three men, all dressed in black, leaped out behind a series of
crates. As Ultra Woman rolled to the balls of her feet in reaction, tiny
electrodes under the clone's skin sent the information back to a darkened
control room high overhead.

"The clone will tell us how Amazons react to different stimuli in combat,"
the man at the console told the SPAY commander standing behind him.
"Now..." he said, depressing a button.

Suddenly one of the men fired, and the cloned Ultra Woman deflected the
bullet. Readings in the control room flickered across a screen. "Now..."

The man fired again. This time, the controller fired an electrode that
slowed down the cloned Amazon's reactions. "Now we see how they die..."

Again, she raised her braceleted arms to deflect the oncoming bullet. This
time instead of it ricocheting off the metal it dug a bright red line
through the smooth flesh of her arm before impacting into the far wall.
"Awwwwwwww!!" the clone cried out as she grabbed the wound with her other
hand. Pain unlike anything she had experienced before raced up her wounded
arm as the red blood began to trickle on to the floor.

"S..something isn't right..." she thought as the men began to close in on
her. Whatever was wrong, she knew she would have to solve it later after
she had defeated them. The clone steeled herself up to fight as best as she
could.

While two of the three spread apart so as not to give their target a
concentrated foe, the remaining SPAY soldier charged right at the Ultra
Woman clone. He raised the butt of his rifle as he roared at her then
brought it down towards her face, as another of the electrodes implanted in
her body fired, again slowing her reactions.

She tried to raise her uninjured arm to block the oncoming blow but
everything seemed to slowed down so much. All she could do was watch
helplessly as the rifle butt got closer and closer until her vision was
filled with stars. There was sickening crunch of bone breaking and a scream
of pain that she knew was her own.

As the Amazon clone collapsed into moaning, bloody insensibility, the other
two came up to her. The three men paused and looked up at the black glass.

Behind it, two men discussed the test. "The tramp race of Amazons are
susceptible to severe electrical disruption of muscular activity. This test
was successful."

His cohort nodded. "Agreed, this subject is no longer needed."

Each of the three SPAY men aimed their rifles downwards. In multiple muzzle
flashes and a faint feminine gurgle, the test was ended.

---------------

Ultra Woman slowly woke up. All she could remember was being nearly
orgasmed to death by the octodroid. As her senses came back to her, she
instantly realized her predicament.

She was completely naked; even her bracelets were gone. She was lying on
her back, a spreader bar keeping her ankles three feet apart. Her wrists
were bound tightly behind her back. The worst part was the thick dildo
plunged deep inside her pussy; a white cord stretched from the end of it to
the wall, like some erotic leash. A crotch rope pinned it into place, along
with the more narrow dildo penetrating her ass. A slippery penis gag was
inside her mouth, parting her lovely pink lips. She was wearing a bra at
least, but soon enough she realized it was only adding to the torture;
around her nipples tiny electrodes kept her nipples thick and hard.

"SUBJECT IS AWAKE," a voice suddenly boomed into the faintly lit black
room. "TESTING WILL COMMENCE. AMAZON ENDURANCE; ELAPSED TIME UNTIL DEATH
VIA ORGASM. ENERGIZE THE DEVICES. START TIMER. X MINUS ZERO MINUTES."

The dildos inside Rei's body lurched and buzzed into life....

Instantly, her back arched up as she cried into the gag.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" The duel dildos were separated by only a thin wall of
flesh so they were almost vibrating together. The near harmony blasted its
way up her spine and into her befuddled brain. The tight bra restrained her
breasts but it pushed the hard nipples even more into the tiny clamps on
them. She bucked her hips from attempting to free herself and from the
unwanted pleasure. Squirts of juice escaped from around the dildo in her
pussy and began to cover the cheap mattress she was on.

Minutes passed as the Rei-clone endured the rippling orgasms that shredded
her being. The dildos were relentless. They would change speeds when she
started to adjust to them, changing from low, steady buzzings to high,
vibrating pulses. First the one in her pussy would burst into frenzied life
then recede, only to have the smaller one buried up her ass begins it's
wild humming.

For a moment the dildos stopped their exquisite torture and that allowed
her to flop back down on to the stained mattress. Her lovely body shook
from the power of the orgasms and was covered in sweat. The dark room was
filled with the sounds of gasping through her flared nostrils as she tried
to catch her breath. Why everything suddenly stopped was a mystery but she
didn't care. Having this break, no matter how small it was, was something
she needed badly. Then she heard that voice again...

"TIME ELAPSED: ONE HOUR. SIX ORGASMS INDUCED. SUBJECT ALIVE," the voice
intoned.

It was then that the clone started to realize that they had meant what they
had said. They were going to make her orgasm until she was dead. The clone
thought it was the real Ultra Woman, the true Rei, Champion of the Amazons.
She had no idea, or concept even, that she was or ever could be a clone.

She immediately began tugging at her bonds again but it was no use.
Whatever was holding her was too strong to break in her weakened condition.
That didn't stop the clone from trying though, even after her body started
to spasm again from the renewed assault by the dildos that were deep inside
her body. Somehow, she knew she would find a way to escape from this before
she was pleasured to death. The quick twisting of her hands and wrists got
easier once her back lifted off of them as she orgasmed another time. Her
body arched into the dim light, groaning in ecstasy.

Her heart thumped violently in her chest as her breasts swayed in the
restrictive bra that bit and teased her nipples. The ersatz Ultra Woman was
exploding through another series of multiple orgasms that erupted from the
dildo duo rippling between her legs.

If it was possible, things got worse when the tiny electrodes that
surrounded her nipples began to emit a higher current. Not enough to hurt
but more then enough to make the cloned heroine cum more and even harder.
The room was filled with the sounds of her screams from under the penis
gag, the slapping of her body against the bed as she tried to launch
herself from it, and from the groaning of the bed frame from all the effort
of her struggles. Even through the pleasure of the orgasms, she began to
feel a tightening in her chest...

The men in the monitoring booth inspected the gauges. Sensors in the dildo
in the clone's vagina kept a steady stream of data on the intensity of the
captive's orgasms, as well as the amounts of fluid her incredible Amazon
body produced.

"There she goes," one of the men said as he nodded towards a monitor. The
lines on it became a twisted mess while several warning lights came up on
it. The men glanced out the window to see the clone arching her back a
final time before collapsing on to the ruined mattress. The rise and fall
of her breasts became slower and slower. "What do you think? Heart attack?"
one of them ask after making a final entry in a log book. "Either that or
she blew an artery." was a reply from another. "The autopsy team will make
the final determination if the slut's body lasts that long."

---------------

"Of course we are doing further testing with machines," a voice said. "But
we need to see if there are any differences noted between.....interactions
with humans instead of machines. Odds are there won't be but you can never
tell of course." A pair of violet eyes fluttered open to try and locate the
source of the voice. However everything was blurry for several moments. At
the same time she tried to move but found that her limbs were restrained.
When her vision finally cleared, she saw to her shock that she was in the
center of a large room with a series of machines pointed at her.
Surrounding her as well were several dozen men who were all naked, as was
she.

"Ah...the subject is awake," the source of the voice said and stepped into
her field of view. Its owner was a wrinkled old man in a medical lab coat
with the letters SPAY on the pocket. "I'll point out a few more things and
then let you get started as time is limited. Don't worry though, you will
all get a chance as I've been promised other subjects." She didn't know
what he was talking about and didn't want to find out. The heroine's limbs
were tied with some sort of fabric that was stretching her spread eagle.
Only some supports under her shoulders and thighs kept her from hanging by
her limbs. She tried, but for some reason her arms and legs wouldn't
respond.

"We introduced some mild nerve blockers into the subjects shoulders and
thighs so that she couldn't move," the scientist said as he touched the
locations with a long wooden pointer. "Because of the MRI scanners, we
couldn't use metal manacles. These will suffice nicely though. Oh, don't
worry about the scanners as they won't cause you any injury at all. We just
wish to see how the subject's body reacts internally from all of you
enjoying her. Perhaps we'll finally find out just where these whores
produce all that nasty liquid from."

The heroine's eyes widened as she looked frantically around and saw the
electrodes all over her body, along with probes inserted into her arms to
sample her blood chemistry and other things she dared not guess at.
"Nnnn...no!" she moaned weakly. "Stoppp..." The man looked down at her with
an evil smile on his face before turning to leave. "I leave her in your
'tender' care," he said. "The number and positions you wish to use we'll
leave up to you. Enjoy yourselves!"

As the door closed behind him, the machine began to hum and the men
advanced on her. The heroine's head shook widely as she tried to free
herself. The first man to step between her spread legs was the same SPAY
trooper who had lusted after the real Ultra Woman in Droid's lab....

He pulled on his cock until it was fully erect and pointed. Taking the
Ultra Woman clone's bucking hips in hand, he placed the tip at the opening
between her lips. Nudging it just inside, he stepped forward and braced
himself. With a grit of his teeth and grunt of effort, the SPAY lieutenant
thrust his hips forward, burying his thick cock deep inside the Amazon's
cunt.

"Nnnnnnnggghhhhhhhh!" she groaned as she felt him throbbing inside of her.
Immediately she tried to expel him with her muscles but all that did was
increase the tightness around the invader. Both of them moaned deeply from
the feeling of it. Even with all of her efforts, she wasn't able to make
her arms break the thin ropes that held them down. The drug they had given
her worked too well. The trooper enjoyed the feeling of her soft, tight
depths as he ran his hands along her hips. With a nod from him, several
more of the men advanced while the machines around them hummed.

As another wiggled under the bound and raised Amazon, he placed his own
manhood between her rear cheeks. He put his hands around her lithe waist
and lifted his hips up. His cock already greased, it pushed between her ass
cheeks and began to force itself inside her.

With a loud gasp, the clone tried to tighten her anus to keep him from
advancing but his thrusts were too strong. That and several throbs from the
other cock allowed him to push into that forbidden area of her.
"S..s...stop! Don't!!!" The two men paid no attention as they began to
thrust in and out, alternating with each other.

Suddenly hands grabbed her by the dark, dangling hair. Jerking her
backwards, her eyes were suddenly full of a man's balls as he thrust his
long cock between her lips. Her throat bulged from the sudden invasion as
his sweaty testicles slapped across the bridge of her nose and bounced
between her eyes.

Even as the clone gagged on the one that was fucking her face, still
another man straddled her body and laid his cock between her breasts. With
a grip that made her screech in pain, he took hold of her breasts and
wrapped them around his cock as he enjoyed the feel of her mounds. The
clone trembled and shook but she was unable to escape or not to feel the
sensations all the men were causing her to feel. It got even worse two more
men forces her bound hands to wrap around their cocks to jack them off.

All the while the SPAY scientist watched from an observation room as the
readings began to flow in. On a large monitor was a compilation from the
various scanners to show the inside of the clone's body. Highlighted in a
different color were the cocks that were raping the cloned heroine while
the owners of them were deleted from the image. "Yes...." he said with a
smile to the others watching. "Finally we'll find out what makes these
sluts tick." The others nodded in agreement and one said, "It'll be useful
when we find that damned island of theirs and remove their stain from the
world."

The crowd of men around the Rei-clone knew they were part of the test, but
the sensations this utterly helpless, bound, and hypersexed Amazon was
giving to them was unbelievable. Her face dripping with thick globs of cum,
her ass and pussy seeping with her and the men's juices, her tits gleaming
white, she was rolling and writhing in sexual bliss. Dozens of men, all in
the prime of physical stamina, had raped and plundered the tied Amazon
clone. Just as she thought they would be exhausted, more men would be
getting off duty and would immediately come in to take their turn with her.

The clone's memories had told her that the rape by the gang months ago was
the ultimate in horror. This however was much worse than that. Not just in
terms of more and better built men, but also that it was totally planned
out. It wasn't just a spur of the moment opportunity but something that men
had taken time in making sure would happen. Her strength may have been
taken away from the rapes but her endurance kept the clone going. No matter
how many times she orgasmed, there was always another one that would happen
when the next group of men took their turns. Even after all of them, her
pussy and ass were still so very tight to them.

It lasted for hours. Some of the men would wander away for refreshing
showers and naps, then return later to rape the helpless Amazon clone yet
again. They were relentless; they were merciless. It hadn't taken long for
the clone to lose all track of time and reality. Her world became the
sticky cum on her beautiful body, the hands molesting her, the driving
shafts of pounding manhood, and the blinding world of multiple orgasms.

Everything in the area became splattered with her juices and their seed.
Just for a moment, the men left her alone while a fresh set of bodies made
their way through the crowd. The sight of her body soaked in sweat and her
long hair dripping from sticky seed made even the most worn out man hard. A
steady stream of juice ran from the clone pussy and the aromatic smell
helped in their arousal. They were almost as mindless in their lust as she
was.

---------------

Droid had been given partial access to the testing data. He wasn't a man
that believed in murder, but with SPAY owning his lab, and should he ever
try to leave, his life, Droid couldn't really argue with SPAY about what
they were doing with the clones he had been creating. And he hated that.
Deep down, he was a controller. Part of his love of creating sentient
machines was the control he would have over them. The reason he had turned
Melania, the redheaded second Ultra Woman, into his personal programmable
slave was simply a matter of control. He wanted an Amazon to control, and
so she had been programmed. He would kill with reluctance.

However, the arrogance of the SPAY commander and his men towards Droid was
growing tiresome. He was a scientist. These SPAY men were mercenaries and
fanatics. He was a man of intelligence that had learned to temper action
with logic. He was sick of SPAY ordering him around, and the genius that
was Droid had deduced a way to escape from his scientific imprisonment and
get some revenge upon SPAY.

The original agreement had them both as partners in this mission but as
soon as Droid had moved into the new lab, that had begun to change. First
to make him be a simple contractor for their cause. Now, as nearly a slave
as they wished to make the heroine be. It had taken several threats of
withholding his services to allow him to keep his Melania. The moment SPAY
found out that she was an Amazon, they had wished to add her to their
collection of various 'trophies'. Now, Droid had been able to turn the
tables on his 'partners'.

Simply put, he had finally found the key to permanent cloning. He was still
creating clones that would break down and die within six hours. Two days
before, it had been five, but Droid had improved the duration of the Ultra
Woman clones to keep the SPAY commander believing he was making progress.
Little did the arrogant commander know that Droid already had a full clone.

He had downloaded all of Rei's mind into bytes of knowledge. It had taken
him a full week to sift through her thoughts and morals to make the
programming of the clone into an image of his beliefs rather than the
bookish, moralistic Ultra Woman. Now he was uploading the reprogrammed mind
into the breathing, comatose clone. Once this had been complete, he would
use the Ultra Woman clone, side by side with his Melania, and destroy the
SPAY commander and all his men.

As he examined the data, Droid had learned the greatest of all Amazonian
secrets: the location of their hidden island. Rei's interest in astronomy
had led her to find the positions of various stars in the sky. Using that
information, Droid was able to determine just where in the world you would
have to be to see them. He wasn't prepared now to go there but maybe in the
future. Those memories of Rei's of that night with the Amazon Queen
stimulated Droid to no end. His cock was rock hard at thinking of that
haughty woman strapped to his table for him to do his will to her.

Expecting a clone that would fail due to the inherent faults they had made
Droid put into them, this clone would be better than the original Rei. This
one would be powerful enough to destroy, and this base would fall to Droid.
Then he could create an army of programmable Asian Amazons...which would
also be his personal harem. He, Droid, would be invincible....

As he gazed up at the tube holding the original, he noticed her body
swaying in the liquid that surrounded her. Droid called up the monitoring
program and noticed that Rei's brain waves were more active than they
should be from just dreaming. Also her heart and breathing rates were
increased as well. With a grin, Droid checked the composition of the fluid
in the tube and noticed a higher level of the juices Amazons produce when
in heat. He wondered if there was some possible connection between her and
the clones....

Sitting back down at his computer told him the truth. The true Amazon
floating in the tube was experiencing everything the clones were
experiencing. Rei was subconsciously undergoing the deaths and sexual
tortures of all the clones.

That gave Droid a chuckle. He wouldn't tell the SPAY men about it; they
would be thrilled knowing that the evils they had perpetrated on the clones
was affecting the original. Besides...he might be able to use that against
whatever Amazon succeeded the Asian girl floating in the green liquid.

 

[mypgems]

Ultra Woman: The Clone - Part 4


Droid watched the SPAY men take the gurney out the door. On it was Droid's
latest cloning attempt, or so SPAY thought. This one would last about a
day, long enough to keep SPAY busy with the hunt they were going to
undertake after releasing the clone into a nearby forest.

A sheet was tucked up to her chin to hide the nude body underneath. Not
that it did much good as the peaks of the clone's breasts forced the sheet
up to the troopers admiring eyes. Droid wondered absently if the men would
find time to rape her before she was dressed in a copy of the original's
uniform. He expected not since if they 'spoiled' the clone in any way they
would be substituted in place of her.

Once the men and gurney were out the door, he pressed a button on his
computer that sealed the door. Another button changed the cameras
overlooking the room to a compact disc of a previous day in the lab. Safe
and secure now, Droid moved to the row of six tubes. Each had growing
clones in them, from an oddly shaped, adult sized fetus to clones that were
starting to develop into twins for Rei. The last tube was what got his
attention. For a week he had been programming and perfecting. The SPAY men
had no idea that this tube held the perfect clone. Droid had done it. In
this tube was the perfect clone, the dream he had been pursuing.

Now he would own the first perfect clone in the history of the world. A
perfect Amazon, beautiful and powerful, programmed to do exactly what he
said.

Overlooking them all was the tube containing the original Amazon. Still
floating in the green liquid, oblivious to everything that was happening
around her except in terms of dreams. From the monitors, Rei's brain trying
to move her limbs in exact same motions that the clones were moving. It was
only due to the fact that she was dreaming and therefore paralyzed that the
motions were but twitches. The tiny shakes of her head caused her long hair
to float all around her face.

He moved to a control pad. A button was pressed and the top of the tube
opened. Cables ascended, pulling the lovely clone from the tube, her body
dripping with emerald nutrients. The metal cables carried the Rei-clone
into a small booth where water jets washed away the nutrients, leaving her
wet in nubile perfection.

Even in her sleep, the clone's body began to react to the warm, powerful
jets playing against her. Mainly in terms of her nipples hardening as the
water forced her breasts to bounce around on her chest. The clone also
began to moan when the jets stopped and the cables lifted her in the air
again.

Another small booth sent warm jets of air swirling around the Amazon
clone's body. Silken hair flew around her face as Droid adjusted the bulge
in his pants. He knew exactly what he'd order this clone to do first...

When she was totally dry, the cables laid the clone on to the exam table in
the center of the lab before retracting into the ceiling. Droid stood over
her and looked at her tanned, toned body that he owned. The thin arms laid
at her sides while her long hair spilled over the back off the table. He
stood there taking in her beauty when he notice the almond shaped eyes
fluttering open until a pair of violet iris looked up at him.

"M...master?" the clone whispered.

His heart was in his throat. The clone was beautiful. In Droid's mind, she
surpassed Melania easily. The redhead would never say something so simple
as "Master" without prior programming, but this one...she had said it
autonomously, without any more programming than he had been forced to do to
remove basic beliefs. This enslaved clone would be better than Melania, who
sometimes acted like the robot she mentally was.

Moment by moment, awareness of her surroundings came to the clone. She was
in a lab after having been captured by some sort of robot. The eyes closed
for an instant at remembering that horror but they opened again to take in
Droid's face. Her master was here so everything was alright. The Rei-clone
felt a loyalty to Droid that went to the core of her very being. She had no
memories of meeting him before but questioning her feelings was something
the clone wouldn't permit.

"Sit up, my dear," Droid ordered. He took the clone by the hand and guided
her, knowing the girl would still be dazed by her first few moments of
consciousness. "How do you feel?" he asked as he reached down with his
other hand to adjust the growing bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you should
come into my room and lie down."

"Yes," she said with a voice that got stronger as she talked. A small
shiver went down her body. "This table is a..a little cold." The clone
turned her body so that her legs dangled off the table. "What..what
happened master? I don't remember anything after that...thing attacked me.
Thank you for taking care of me." Rei-clone leaned over and gave Droid a
quick kiss on the cheek.

Droid placed a red silk robe over the smooth pale shoulders of the lithe
Asian girl. He couldn't help but notice the way her full breasts, large for
her body type, but normal for an Amazon, swayed as she moved. "Come, my
dear. Let's find you one of your costumes...after we've had some time to
ourselves, of course," he said in a steady voice that had a strange quiver
to it.

With a nod, the Rei-clone slid off the table to stand beside Droid. For a
second her unused legs almost gave way but his firm grip around her hips
prevented the clone from falling. "Apologies master," she said. "I must be
more tired then I realized. Some rest in a real bed will be quite nice I
imagine." The clone smiled up at him and made no attempt to close the robe
that hung open so he could see her whole body. This was her master, why
cover herself?

Guiding the smaller woman through a set of doors, he led her into his
personal quarters. Long before he had discovered and disabled all the
bugging equipment the dolts at SPAY had placed in here, thus knew it would
be perfectly safe. "Come, my dear...what is your name again?" he said as he
mentally gauged her reactions.

"Its....Rei," she said after thinking for a moment. The clone did feel
slightly odd as they walked through the short hallway. It felt almost like
things in her mind that she should know were...slipping into place rather
then being there. She couldn't explain it but the sensation quickly began
to fade as she felt Droid's hand rubbing her back. When they passed through
the door, Droid locked it behind them.

Once in the room, Droid guided her to the bed and let her sit down on the
end of it. "My lovely, wouldn't you wish to greet your master
appropriately?" he said with an upturned eyebrow and a glance at his
bulging pants. He couldn't stand looking at her and doing nothing any
longer!

She took in his words and followed his gaze to his pants. Suddenly the
Rei-clone realized what Droid meant and a gasp of shock came from her lips
along with her hand rising to them. "Forgive me master!" she exclaimed as
she stared at the bulge. "I must have forgotten to relieve your discomfort
before this." One of her small, strong hands reached out to gently stroke
him. "I hope it doesn't hurt master. Do you wish me to take care of it now
or save it for later?" With a tiny shrug, the Rei-clone divested herself of
the robe so she sat there naked before him.

Droid wanted to take her right then. He wanted to throw the beautiful Asian
girl onto the bad and ravish her for the rest of the night. He knew if he
did that, she would lose her powers, like any Amazon would. If she was
powerless, the next part of Droid's plan would be delayed...

Under her fingers, the clone could feel how hard and throbbing her master
was. She knew he was the most wonderful man in the world and one that could
satisfy her in every way. It didn't trouble her that she couldn't remember
ever meeting Droid before now or that she was acting like a harlot. For no
one else would she do this but her master; it was just...right.

His eyes watched her violet orbs; those innocent eyes gazed up at him with
utter devotion. Her nipples, bare in the room, were rigid and high on her
firm breasts. Her trim bush was curved up over the thin line of her pussy.
Pale legs, untanned by the sunlight of the world, were firm and taut.
Silken hair was spilled over her shoulders and glistened in his dim bedroom
lighting.

A soft smile came to her lips as she realized that Droid was looking at her
body. Rei-clone could tell from the look in his eyes that he was very
pleased and that pleased her too. Her breasts began to rise and fall faster
as her breathing increased as she became slightly aroused. Without
realizing it, the clone's fingers stroked Droid's hidden cock hard. A
slight gasp came from his lips as a small wet spot appeared on his pants
from his pre-cum leaking.

'To hell with it,' Droid thought, 'Tomorrow we start destroying SPAY..'

Putting a hand to her cheek, he drew the Rei-clone up to him. Tilting his
head, he leaned down to kiss the beautiful girl, clone or not, on her pink
lips. His hot, lustful breath washed over her cheek as he told her, "Yes,
my dear Rei, you may relieve your master..."

"Thank you master," she sighed as they began to kiss each other again. Her
hands busy at Droid's waist unbuttoning his pants and then pushing them
down when they were loose. Their hungry kiss ended when Droid's hard shaft
brushed Rei-clone's wrist after she had pushed his underwear down too. "Oh
master..." she said as one hand stroked his cock while the other cradled
the balls. "You must hurt terribly because I didn't take care of your need.
Let me do it now and so the ache stops..." Her words trailed off as the
clone lowered her head and brought her lips to the head of his cock...

"Yes dear, but kiss it and you'll make it all better," he grinned down at
the innocent clone-girl. He knew she was a clone, and on some level of
Droid's mind, this felt like incest. He'd given birth to her and had
brought her into this world.

Her lips brushed the head before letting slide past so that he rubbed
against her smooth cheek. "Mmmm...of course master..." she sighed happily
when she felt Droid's pulsing cock. "To please you gives me pleasure..."
Adjusting her head, she leaned forward so that he pressed against her lips
and into her mouth.

When her lips touched the velvet head of his cock, all that dribbled into
his shoes. She was gorgeous, a creature of rare beauty. There was no doubt
in Droid's mind; he was definitely going to fuck this girl all damned
night!

A moan came from Rei-clone's throat as she reveled in the man-taste of
Droid. She immediately felt weak but this time didn't try and fight it.
That would take up the concentration she wished to expend on pleasing her
master, pleasing him by sucking on the head of his cock while one hand
stroked the rest of the shaft. The other hand gently caressed the balls
that laid in so vulnerable in her palm. "Mmmmmmm..." the clone moaned again
as her tongue worked on the grove on the underside of his cockhead.

Sliding his hands through her silken black hair, Droid groaned as he cupped
the back of her head. "Ohh yes, my dear, that's how you greet your master
in the morning. Yess..." The moment his dick got nice and hard, Droid was
definitely going to throw her on the bed and bury his bone. If her pussy
was as amazing as her mouth, this would be a night unequaled by the
robot-minded Melania, or that time he captured and raped Tania. A night
with this Amazon would be the tops!

Her eyes closed, the clone worked on her master's cock with total abandon,
using all the skills that she learned from the men she had made love to.
Their faces were forgotten now as she had one true lover in her life now.
One that she would question in no way at all. Her life was to do whatever
he wished and right now, that was for the Rei-clone to pleasure him.

With a pop, Rei-clone pulled her mouth off Droid's cock. Before he could
protest though, she leaned back slightly and cupped her large, firm breasts
in both hands. The small hands were unable to encompass much of her
softness though. With a sigh from them both, the clone pressed her breasts
around his cock until only the head poked out of the cleavage. "Do you like
this master?" she said as she rubbed his length in the wonderful canyon of
flesh. "I only wish to please you."

Droid nearly came right there. The vision of this girl holding his dick
between her breasts like that, her violet eyes wide, innocent, and
subservient, were almost too much for the master villain. His cock twitched
between the warm folds of her mounds. Droid did his best to hold his hips
steady so the extra stimulus wouldn't cause him to lose control. "Oohhh
yes, my dear," he growled. "You just do whatever you like." He glided the
back of his knuckles over her soft cheek. "Tomorrow we go to war, so today
we have our pleasures."

"I like this because I can tell you like it," she said as she rubbed her
cheek against his knuckles. "Later on after you are pleased, tell me what
you want me to do master. Then we can sleep and be well rested for
tomorrow." The clone moved her breasts a little more to draw another gasp
from her master's lips. The cock she held let a bit of pre-cum escape that
she caught with her tongue.

Fingers parted through her silken black hair and around her earlobe as
Droid took in everything about her new servant. "Now, my lovely, undress
your master. You've made a wonderful beginning, next we climb under the
sheets," he ordered her in a soft, caring tone. "Then I will make love to
you."

The clone's eyes brightened at hearing what was upcoming. Getting made love
to by her master was something that made her pussy heat up quickly. The
small room suddenly filled with her sweet odor that told them both that she
liked what she was hearing. Rei-clone let go of her breasts but pushed
herself against Droid so that his cock stayed in her cleavage. Her now free
hands pushed his pants and underwear down so that they lay puddled at his
feet. For just a moment, the clone rested her head against Droid as she
tried to control her need. "Oh master..." she sighed, caressing his ass
with her hands. "Oh I need you so much!"

She stood up in the narrow space between her master and the bed. The lack
of space forced her body to press up against him but she didn't mind that
all. The sensation of her nipples dragging on the fabric of his shirt made
her gasp. That and how his cock throbbed against her thigh made Rei-clone
pull hard at Droid's shirt so the buttons went flying. As she deeply kissed
him, she threw the shredded remains of the shirt in the corner. Her hands
then running up and down his back.

Droid wrapped his pale, lean arms around the lithe waist of his beautiful,
enslaved clone. The few curls of hair on his chest brushed over her nipples
as he drew her up to him. Leaning down to the shorter Asian girl, he
slipped his tongue hungrily into her mouth and lustily kissed her. The
hands in the middle of her lower back pulled her up to her toes.

With her eyes closed, the clone returned the kiss just as hard. Low growls
came from each of their throats to expression the passion both of the had
for the other. It wasn't love, but raw lust. Rei-clone's hands reached down
to cup Droid's ass as her breasts pillowed out against his chest while she
balanced on her toes to try and not stumble. With his arms tight around her
that wasn't likely. Dribbles of juice began to roll down the clone's legs
with a few drops finding his from their tight embrace.

He moved a leg forward and pressed his thigh into her dark bush. Tightly he
ground his thigh between her legs as he brought one hand back around her
side to cup her breast. Bending her slightly backwards, his tongue and lips
roughly kissing her, he kneaded the full breast in his long fingers.

"MMMMmmmmnnnnnnn..." she groaned from her throat. His thigh got very wet,
very quickly from the amount of juice Rei-clone was suddenly making. The
amount of breast flesh that he tried to hold wasn't possible even with his
fingers. With Rei-clone's help, he tried to take as much of it as he could.
In response, she reached down and took hold of his cock that lay between
their bodies. A moan came from his throat as he did so.

Keeping her body pressed tightly to his, Droid ran his thumb over the
aureole until the digit started to roll the rigid nipple in tight circles.
As the heel of his hand cupped and lifted the gland on the girl's chest, he
tried his best to entrap it in his long, sinewy fingers.

Rei-clone's response was to grasp his cock all the harder and begin to
stroke it quickly. A small puddle formed at their feet from the clone's
juices. If anything, their kisses got harder and deeper as they touched the
other's body. The clone's free hand clenched at Droid's ass and pulled at
one of the cheeks to keep them both pressed together.

Slowly Droid bent her back. Finally he flexed his knees, bent down, and
slid the hand on her tit to the back of her knees, and in a single motion
and a slight grunt of effort, the deviant scientist scooped up the
luscious, horny Asian girl. Still kissing, he carried her to the side of
the bed and gently laid her upon the bare, metallic-gray silk sheets that
Droid so enjoyed.

The lifting of her body pulled her hand away from that cock she craved but
it was worth it to be in her master's arms. She grabbed at his shoulders to
pull him on to the bed with her so that they would make love. Droid gently
took them from his body and laid them on the bed at her sides.

The villain broke the kiss to look down upon the vision of loveliness lying
on his own bed. She was so different from the others he had taken here. An
underaged, overachieving prodigy in school, all the truly beautiful college
girls spurned the geeky genius half their age. Among other things, that had
twisted him, moreso when his plans for creating a superior creature, his
droids, started getting the attention of the city's superheroine
population. Since then, Droid had captured his share of superheroines. He
had raped three, including the fourth Ultra Woman, Tania, and he could
still see their horrified faces, even when they orgasmed. He had been
having sex with Melania now for five years since he had removed her mind
and replaced it with cold, logical programming. When Melania looked at him,
Droid only saw the ones and zeroes of her coding; without his instructions,
she would be a zombie.

But this one, this was a bit different. Yes, Droid had adjusted the mental
programming of her mind so that inhibitions had been removed. He had
twisted her thoughts around enough so that she had a blind, utterly giving
loyalty to him that could never be removed short of his own reprogramming.

That was something he'd never want to do. The way this one looked at him,
lustful and almost aggressive, yet utterly submissive and child-like, was a
dark thrill that shook Droid to his core. He would never, ever release this
clone. She would be his, forever.

Rei-clone looked up at her master with mix of adoration and hunger in her
violet eyes. A smile came to her lips as she saw that he was taking all of
her in with his eyes. She settled back into the mattress and moved her
limbs in what she hoped was a wanton posture. Just so as to make herself
more pleasing to his gaze. From the increased throbbing of his cock, the
clone could tell that she was successful. "Come to bed now my master," she
said, reaching up to stroke his hip lightly. "So that I might please you
all the more."

Droid climbed into the bed next to his Asian slave. Grabbing the sheets, he
pulled the metallic-gray silk over their naked bodies, and began a long
trail of kisses, starting at her neck. Then dropped onto her collarbone,
down her sternum, before making a slow turn. Each one slightly wet and
warm, they trickled up the steep incline of her breast before, with a wash
of warm breathe, he engulfed her nipple within his mouth.

"Oh yes master!" the clone gasped, holding his head as she thrust her
mounds up. Droid's hands taking hold of both of them firmly. "Oh suckle
them.... You're..you're so good!" Her head shook back and forth, spreading
her long hair like a fan on the pillow, as she whimpered in need. Just the
simple touch of his lips on her nipples drove her wild. The clone shuddered
to think what it would feel like with his cock in her. Thinking about that
make Rei-clone pull on Droid's head to bury it in her fleshy mound so
almost smother him for a moment. Suddenly, his mouth was filled with a
warm, sweet liquid that spurted from his slave's nipple...

Droid was surprised for a moment at the sudden taste of milk in his mouth.
Swallowing it down reflexively brought an almost instant euphoria over
Droid. His manhood, already hard, became positively stone-like. It seemed
to be quivering like a tuning fork freshly struck as it rested on the
clone's thigh. A groan washed over her nipple as he drew back from it. His
need was overpowering his patience.

She collapsed back onto the mattress the moment he released her. A few
small droplets of her milk rolled down the slopes of her breast while the
rest of the liquid awaited the return of Droid's lips. A finger to her lips
stifled a protest from her as Droid pushed the sheets down to their waists.
Both of them were covered with a sheen of sweat so the air felt deliciously
cool.

Climbing over the cloned girl, he pushed his knees between her legs as his
cockhead brushed through her dark bush. He leaned down atop her, her small
body under his long, lanky frame. Placing a forearm on either side of her
head, he leaned down for a brief kiss. "Take me in hand, my dear," he
ordered in a husky whisper, "time for you to lose your virginity.."

"My virginity?" she asked, quite puzzled since that was long gone with
everything she had been through. That lasted only a moment as the
conditioning reasserted itself again. "Oh yes master... Take it... Be my
first and only lover..." One of her small hands reached down to find
Droid's cock again. It felt even bigger then before as she stroked it
lightly and placed the tip against her lower lips. For a second her eyes
closed in ecstasy but they snapped open again. She just had to see her
master's face looming above her. "I'm ready master," she whispered.

Down his hips bent, as his knobby head pushed open her puffy lips. Wet
warmth exuded over the head as a slight groan slipped from Droid. Gritting
his teeth, he forced his rigid shaft deeply inside the Amazon clone. The
scent of an aroused Amazon filled Droid's senses. The natural aphrodisiac
of the girl was incensing, blinding as only drove him on.

She almost cried out in pain as he spread her unused passage. The muscles
tried to prevent him from going any further even though she wanted it. The
clone tried to spread her legs apart more to allow him access but that
helped little. She didn't tell Droid to stop though because she wished this
as much as he did. The moment her master's cock touched her virginity, she
gasped and grabbed hold of his ass with both hands. Her hands tugging on
him weakly.

Short, jabbing thrusts quickly broke down the resistance of the clone's
virgin pussy. With an almost audible popping sound, her virginity was
destroyed. The sound and sensation was almost enough to send the twisted
villain into an orgasming release. Not wanting to end it nearly this soon,
Droid set his jaw firmly and restrained himself. He wanted this to last.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. For several
moments she laid there as Droid pushed deeper into her hot depths. By the
time she reopened her eyes, the pain had gone and was replaced with a
wonderful sense of fullness. Her eyes widened even more from feeling each
jerk of her master's cock. His thighs were just about settled onto hers as
she wrapped her legs around his legs.

With a pair of slow, long penetrations that allowed his cock to slither
through her sex, he bent his head down to start sucking heartily on the
warm flesh of her neck again.

The clone brought a hand up to his head briefly to pull it down to her
nipple again so that he could suckle her milk. Droid's cock was fully
within her and pressing her cervix inward. "Oh master...." she gasped. "Oh
you're so good!" The pair of hands hold his ass pulled the cheek apart so
they exposed his anus to the air while her body trembled in need
underneath.

Droid dug his knees into the bed as he worked to get more leverage for his
long, solid thrusts into your seeping pussy. Unable to bend his tall,
narrow body down enough to reach the breasts under his chest, he reached up
to grab her wrists. With enough force to draw them down, he pinned her
wrists out to each side.

Her sweaty wrists were able to slide down just enough so that she was able
to clasp her hands with his. The legs that were around his calves moved up
around his thighs to pull him in deeper. Loud gasps from her lips filled
Droid's ears each time he thrust down. The muscles of her pussy grabbing
and trying to hold his cock when he was fully within. It took a certainly
amount of effort to pull himself free of the embrace. The sensation drove
them both wild.

With every thrust into her, his testicle sac would damply press against the
strip of flesh between the Asian girl-clone's pussy and ass, dribbling his
own sweat against her. Her breasts, compressed against his chest, were
rolled up and back on her chest as he moved to each penetration.

The strength she had was about gone from the passionate love making but the
clone was still able to meet each of Droid's thrusts with one of her own.
Their skin made wet 'slap' like sounds each time they met, their breath hot
in the other's because of their lips nibbling on the lobes.

"How do you feel, my dear. Wouldn't you wish to be with me like this
forever?"

"Oh yes master!" she panted. "Want to...want to be your love slave
always!!"

Droid was exultant. He had this Amazon, clone or not, pinned under him.
With every penetration of her cunt, he could feel her growing that much
weaker as that Amazon curse drained her. He had searched for the source of
it, but magic was hardly his forte. Fucking this girl was certainly within
his power, however. Everything was just overwhelming to the scientists. She
was a beauty, flushed in her arousal. He was holding her wrists down to the
bed as she writhed under him. His cock was so close to filling her womb as
he took long, slow thrusts into her, guiding by her feet wrapped around the
back of his thighs.

She slid her lips down the side of his cheek to kiss him wildly again. Her
tongue pushed into Droid's mouth this time as their breath escaped from
between their lips. "Mmmmm..master..." she moaned, squeezing his cock with
her tight muscles. The clone tugged weakly at Droid's arms to make him lay
more on top of her body while the heels of her feet began to rub at his
balls. That made Droid gasp and jerk his cock in deeper. In response, she
tightened more which made his thrust more which made the clone respond
harder...

Faster came his husky gasps and grunts of effort as he picked up the pace
of his hard thrusts. His balls rose up, sliding along her flesh as he began
to tense. "Wh..when I cum..." he gasped down at the girl under him, "you
cum...understand...my dear...?" he rasped.

Not trusting her voice to words, she nodded, her own orgasm growing greatly
at the same time as his, their bodies sliding against each other as they
moved in perfect unison. The room filled with both the smell of her juice
and the sounds of their voices. Suddenly, she felt his cock begin to jerk
and his thrusts turn into quick, hammering ones. She knew this was it and
allowed herself to cum as well.

With a loud groan, his face twisted in sexual tension, his cock exploded.
Warm jets of his burning seed burst into her womb as his testicles clenched
upwards. Droid released her wrists. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he used
his leverage to pull on her to push his straining shaft as deeply inside
her as possible.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she just about screamed as she orgasmed just as hard.
Her own face scrunched up as she gave her master every fiber of being in
her first orgasm. The muscles of her pussy bore down on his cock with a
force that no mere woman could give a man. Her now free hands clenching at
his ass to make sure he couldn't leave her just yet. The thick seed mixing
with her fragrant juices deep inside her womb.

Droid held his shaft within her spasming depths. His cock spurted the last
of his jism into her body. Gasping heavily, his face red and flushed from
the strength of the powerful orgasm pulled from him by the beautiful Amazon
clone, Droid slumped down atop the lovely girl.

Gasping with him, she held Droid to her and felt how their hearts seemed to
want to pound through their chests. Her fingers rubbed up and down his
sweaty back to knead the muscles with an expert touch. The muscles in her
pussy throbbed around his cock to keep it hard and within her silken walls.
"Oh so wonderful my master..." she sighed finally, nibbling on his ear
lobe.

"Yes, my dear, wonderful," he gasped out into the sweaty, silken black
hair. "Feeling weak yet?" he asked as he rubbed his fingers along her
glistening cheek.

"Very. Weak as a kitten but still strong enough to please you." She
squeezed his cock so Droid knew what she meant. The clone received a gasp
and a grin for that. "I have enough strength to last for sometime master.
Not to fight but to make wild passionate love to you." Her arms wrapped
around his back to hold him close to her body.

"Tonight we make love until the wee hours, but in the morning, my dear, we
destroy those that have insulted and demeaned my brilliance. You shall be
my tool, my dear, you are both my greatest achievement and greatest
weapon." He kissed her temple. "Through you, I shall achieve all my promise
and brilliance," he continued as he kissed down her cheek. "I shall rule
over a scientific community," the kisses curled down her neck, "until all
shall realize my genius!" he exclaimed, then engulfed her breasts deeply
into his mouth and suckled down the warm milk...

Her hands cradled his head as she let him nurse her milk. The taste seemed
to revive him as his cock grew large and hard again. "Mmmmm....That's right
master... Suckle my milk and draw strength from it.... Direct me in
whatever path and I can do your bidding." The clone rolled them over so
that she laid on top. Her back arched slightly so her heavy breasts dangled
over Droid's head. His mouth and hands work on the mounds to wildly nurse
from her as the clone gave her all to her master.

The two, clone and creator, spent the rest of that first night in passion
and lust, as Droid hoped they might for a very long time...

 

[mypgems]

Ultra Woman: The Clone - Part 5


"Now be quiet, my dear, they are coming down the hall," Droid explained to
the lovely Asian girl as he put the sheet over her face. Turning from the
table, he quickly took a seat at a computer, as the redheaded Melania stood
impassively by the row of tubes.

"Yes master," the clone said as he pulled the sheet over her head. When the
pair had woken up not too long ago, the first thing Droid did was give her
the name 'Drusilla'. Oh she would still answer to 'Rei' and 'Ultra Woman'
if others used them but her master had given her a much more lovely name.
They had quickly bathed in his small shower, struggling to keep their hands
off each other, before he dressed her in her uniform. Droid had even been
nice enough to fix her bracelets so that she could now take them off. He
even put some devices in there so that he could keep track of her location
and give her orders. She knew that was so sweet of him.

Into the room, without a knock, stomped the SPAY commander. "Boyd!" he
roared, as the sycophantic Lieutenant and two soldiers followed, "that last
clone died before we could even run a single test!" As the scientist turned
his chair to face the mottle-red faced commander, the man was already
grabbing the collar of Droid's lab coat and hauling him to his feet.

"Stand up when I talk to you," the commander spat. "Your clones are getting
worse and worse."

"Yeah," the Lieutenant nodded, "The one we tested the cyanide gas on was
half dead even before we killed her off."

The commander glared at the doctor. "You better explain yourself well, or
my men are going to take you out to be shot."

It took all of Drusilla's will not to spring up and defend her master from
these nasty people. How dare they insult and threaten him?! He had given
her orders though and she laid there quietly, waiting. "I promise you'll
pay for those words..." she thought.

Droid, usually a bit flustered by the commander's dire threats, was instead
calm. This almost seemed to disconcert the arrogant SPAY leader. "Do let go
of my coat," Droid said with preternatural calm. "I had it freshly
starched."

The commander frowned, the rage fading as he took in Droid's placid
reaction. "Yeah, real cool Boyd. You won't feel quiet this way when my men
gun you down," he said, thrusting the lean scientist to the two soldiers.

Droid shook off their attempts to grab his arms. "I warned you, sir, that
my name is Droid. I'm afraid that's the last time you will be making that
error."

Melania, placing one hand on the nearest table, hopped over it and landed
beside one of the men. As the men turned to face the redheaded, programmed
Amazon, Droid smiled darkly. "Now, my dear," he said quietly.

At last! In a single motion, Drusilla threw the sheet off herself and
leaped from the table to land on the other side of the men from Melania.
Before they knew what had happened, she had grabbed the two soldiers by
their belts and launched them into the air. They both hit the far wall with
a loud 'thud' before sliding to the floor. Dru then grabbed the SPAY
commander by the throat and lifted him into the air until he dangled from
her arm. "You tried to hurt my master so now I hurt you!" she growled.

With a squeal of surprise, the weasly Lieutenant fled out the door.
Screaming out an alarm, he ran as fast as his boots could carry him.

"Melania, after him!" Droid barked, pointing towards the door.

The SPAY commander, his boots kicking into the air, grabbed Drusilla's
wrist. Garbled, choked words came harshly from his lips.

A small smile came to her lips at hearing the man's struggle. For some
reason, being this vicious towards this creature felt very right. She
assumed it was because he had threatened her master. In any case, he didn't
deserve to live. Dru tightened her hold on his throat so that the man's
eyes began to bulge out of their sockets.

Droid snatched away the weapon in the holster at his side a second before
the commander reached for it. "Now now, that just won't do! I can't have
you killing my beloved little child here, now can I?!" He gave the Amazon
clone an almost playful wink. "My dear, do show this ruffian what we do to
those that cross us."

"Of course my master," the clone said as she grabbed the SPAY man's crotch
with her other hand. There was a sickening crunch and a gurgled scream when
Dru applied the same amount of strength in that hand as she had the other.
When she felt she had a good enough hold on him, Dru threw the man on to
the table that she had just been laying on. The force she used caused the
reinforced table legs to collapse and for it to fall to the floor in a
crash. Of course the SPAY commander had every bone in his body broken from
it. Dru stood back and turned to look at her master with the look of a
child wanting to know what she had done right.

Satisfied, Droid tossed aside the weapon in his hand and picked up another,
simpler item. It looked like a simple rod of metal, about three inches
thick and a foot long, with various lights and buttons on it. He swept an
arm around Drusilla's waist and pulled her into a viciously passionate
kiss. His eyes burned with delight. "Come, my dear. It's time to commence a
killing spree," he said with an insane chuckle.

"I am to take care of the rest of these men master?" Dru asked and received
a nod from Droid. "Good, because if these ones were going to hurt you then
the others might as well. I shall take care of them for you." She
straightened the bustier over her ample chest to Droid's pleased gaze.
"Lets get going master so that we might play later on." She gave him a
seductive wink as they both stepped over the spreading pool of blood.

Leaving the three dead bodies behind them in the lab, the green tubes
within the lab gave the bodies an emerald cast. Floating in the nearest
one, her mind far, far away, was the original Amazon. Rei's hair hovered
around her face, flowing around the nutrients and tubes that kept her alive
and deeply asleep. As Droid lead the clone out the door, the Asian Amazon
in the tube squirmed, reflecting her duplicate's arousal...

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A small, ashen-faced man snuck into the lab. As the screams of dying men
and blasts of Droid's weapon echoed through the underground/underwater SPAY
headquarters, the SPAY Lieutenant headed quickly to one of the green-filled
glass tubes. He sat down at a monitor and keyboard at the foot of the
container. With furtive, frightened glances back at the door to distract
him, he went to work.

Slowly the level of the green nutrients fell as the Lieutenant scurried
behind the tube as a SPAY soldier ran past the doorway in the hall outside.
He heard the feminine grunt of effort which was followed by a metal chair
leg hurling past. The Lieutenant winced at the sound of the leg crunching
into and through the soldier's back, followed by a dull thump pronouncing
death.

His hands shivered. The pale-faced, blonde young man, so arrogant whilst
his commander lived, was a deflated, frightened little man now. He had
hidden in a utility closet as Droid and his pet clone had entered the SPAY
barracks area. Droid using his odd energy projection weapon and the Ultra
Woman clone using her Amazon skills and bracelets, the two had started to
systematically slaughter every SPAY man they could find.

That other cyborgized Amazon of Droid's assisted the other two in their
destruction but not to the degree that her sister was capable of. She was
strong, but not as capable in responding to the men as the other. It had
warmed the man's heart to see that the troopers were able to inflict
injuries upon her. Before being torn to shreds that is.

Only two choices were left to the Lieutenant. One was flight, and there was
no guarantee he could get past the pair without ending up dead himself. The
other choice was a distraction.

The nutrients weren't quite completely drained, but he couldn't wait any
longer. He slinked back to the keyboard and typed in the final commands.
The tube descended into the base of the containment system. As it
disappeared, the last foot of green nutrient slime poured over the computer
and onto the floor, making the Lieutenant scurry back until he almost
stumbled over the broken body of his former leader.

Rei hung there, suspended from the cables and hose as she dripped the green
goo from her lovely body. Suddenly she started a loud, hacking cough that
brought up even more of the substance as she cleared her lungs of it. The
drowning-like sensations she felt quickly aroused her from the deep sleep
she had been in for so long. The violet eyes opened, but they didn't see
anything yet.

The cables moved along a track hidden in the darkness of the ceiling.
Motors whirred quietly, barely audible even as the death and butchery down
the hallway in the barracks was lessening. Drops of sweat rolled down the
lieutenant's forehead while he impatiently, knowing that soon enough Droid
and his protégé would return to the lab after killing all the SPAY men they
could.

As she was moved from the area the tube occupied, the cool air of the cool
helped to slowly focus her befuddled mind. "W...what..." Rei tried to say
but the words were replaced by more coughing until the last the goo was
emptied from her lungs. She took several deep breaths before feeling the
pressure of the cables relax from her body.

With a wet plop and splatter of green nutrients coating her body, Rei's
naked body was released from the cables a foot from the floor. Two months
within the statis tube had left her stiff and dazed.

"What...what in Hades is...going on..." she moaned as she tried to get up
on her hands to a sitting position. It took several tries, with her hands
slipping on the goo, before she was able to. Her muscles protesting every
bit of the way. Rei tried to bring her hand up to her forehead but missed.
She tried to remember what had happened but it all seemed so vague.... Some
sort of monster attacked her Rei thought she remembered but after that it
was all dreams. Weird, frightening dreams of sex and death. She needed time
to get her thoughts in order. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" the heroine suddenly
screeched when she was almost knocked over from a COLD force.

Suddenly a blast of cold water struck the confused Amazon. The lieutenant
didn't have to time to let her recover slowly; he certainly didn't care
about what any Amazon felt regardless. Cleansing most of the slime off Rei,
he turned off the water and tossed aside the hose.

At that moment, the figure of Droid stepped into the doorway. Water from
the hosing rolled around his feet. He saw the Lieutenant and smiled
malevolently as the end of the strange rod in his hand glowed from use.

The 'bath' did do wonders in shaking her out of the daze, mostly by pissing
her of to the extreme. The one thing Rei _hated_ was cold showers which
Julia knew so well. The other heroine got a stern talking to when she had
turned the sink on when Rei had been taking a shower. "What in the hell are
you doing!?" she growled at the man through clenched teeth. The violet eyes
blazing with anger.

The Lieutenant pointed at the door as he pulled the weapon from his
holster. "Get up!" he barked at the undazed Rei, "Save us, you slut!"

It only took a moment for Rei to know that there was something seriously
wrong here. Being called a 'slut' wasn't a term of endearment but she saw
that the man was clearly terrified. Whatever was going on could be answered
later, right now it was 'bash heads now, answer questions later' time. One
thing she did know was that she was without her belt so therefore,
powerless. First thing was to find it and fast!

Looking wildly around, scattering drops of water in the process, Rei spied
a golden glow coming from a box in the corner. A glow that she knew all too
well.

The sight of the freed Amazon took Droid aback for a moment, as everyone in
the room hesitated.

As Rei got to her feet slowly, Droid grinned as if a cuckoo were about to
pop out of his forehead. "Look who got loose. Too bad I can't throw you
back in the water, my octodroid is missing you terribly. Tell you what, I
have someone else for you tonight."

"Your octodroid?" Rei asked, shuddering involuntarily at the dim memory of
that. "That must make you Doctor Droid. The one villain I haven't met until
now. Let me guess, you have an army of robots or whatever waiting." She
slowly backed towards the box that contained her lasso and belt. "Well I'm
afraid they will be sorely disappointed."

Stepping aside yet keeping his weapon at the Lieutenant, Droid gestured
past the doorway. Through the open way walked in a lithe, Asian girl. Her
dark, silken tresses fell across her shoulders and atop the metallic
bustier. In true, Droid-fashion, the clone was wearing a metallic duplicate
of the Ultra Woman costume, with a pair of interlaced letter D's over her
left breast. Even a metallic cable, mocking Rei's lasso, was on the clone's
hip. What was most frightening was the blood on Dru's hands, dripping to
the floor.

The heroine's jaw dropped as she saw her clone for the first time. "What in
the gods' names..." she breathed. It was like looking into a mirror except
in this case, the mirror was slightly distorted. If you call the
'reflection' splattered with blood that wasn't her own and with a grin that
said that she had nary a problem with that. All Rei could do was stare at
her. "What...what did you do? Make a droid that has my likeness?"

"My dear, say hello to your sister. Ultra Woman," he said, patting Dru's
shoulder, "say hello to my lovely new pet."

Suddenly, Rei had the weird feeling of being touched on her own shoulder,
exactly where Droid was touching the other's. "He couldn't have..." she
thought as she remembered the vague thoughts that she had dismissed as mere
dreams. Rei knew of the concept that twins can share telepathic thoughts
but this...this would beyond that. Before she could think about it further,
she heard something more.

Droid nodded Drusilla towards Rei. "My dear, our future mother here needs
to be subdued," he says with a dark chuckle.

"Future WHAT?" Rei said as her jaw dropped even further then the first
time. If there was anymore surprises out there, Rei didn't want to know
them. She was just about surprised out for one day.

Seeing Rei's expression, Droid grabbed Dru's shoulder. "Yes, Ultra Woman.
During my tests on your body, I discovered that you are with child. You've
been in my tube there for two months, woman. I suppose you haven't noticed
your belly yet, have you?" he chuckled.

Even though she didn't want to, Rei looked down and saw that her normally
trim stomach had a noticeable bulge in it. "Oh you've got to be kidding..."
she thought. Rei knew she had already had a child and according to Amazon
knowledge, an Amazon only had one child in her lifetime. Then again, her
sisters only ventured out into the world that one time to find the father
of their child so that 'truth' could be quite wrong. It seems that she was
proving it.

Droid patted Dru's shoulder. "Now, my dear, distract our fair, pregnant,
slutty Amazon for a few minutes," he told her as he moved to a computer
console...

"If you want to live," Rei said in a low voice to the SPAY trooper. "You
distract them somehow. Use your little toy gun on her to keep her busy."
She knew she needed some cover so that she could make the last few steps to
the box and her belt. Then things would be even at least.

As the clone approached the sore, stiff Rei, the Lieutenant was jarred into
life. He despised the naked Amazon like a true SPAY fanatic, but he also
knew that he had to work with the harlot or die. Still, he was too much of
a weakling to spite her like his commander might have. He pulled out the
weapon from his holster and aimed it right at the master villain working at
the computer console.

"Good boy," she thought as she watched for a reaction from her 'sister'.
"Maybe after this is over I won't turn you over to the authorities. Nah...
You're still a jerk no matter what." It was so weird seeing that other
version of her Rei knew. As she got closer, Rei could see even better how
_exact_ the other was to her. Right down to that little mole in her
cleavage.

Drusilla was already halfway towards Rei, her bloody fingers reach to snap
her twin's neck like a twig. But seeing the weapon aimed at her beloved
master was enough to make her leap to his defense. "NO!!"

"About time!" Rei thought as she saw the other violet eyes widen in horror.

Leaping over a table and leaving a bloody handprint on it, the lithe Asian
clone landed in front of Droid just as the first bullet deflected off the
titanium alloy bracelet Droid had given her. Droid jerked an arm up
defensively as sparks flew a foot from his head and the bullet shattered a
tube, letting a half-clone quickly die as slippery nutrients flooded onto
the floor.

The moment the other was distracted, Rei scrambled to the box that was her
goal. Her fingers dug through the scraps of blue fabric that she realized
was her uniform. "For wrecking that thing I'll rip HIS clothes off..." she
mumbled as finally found the source of the light. "Got it!!" she called out
as she took hold of the belt. The strength it contained flowing through her
body and taking away some of the effects of being in the tube.

Droid jumped up from his chair as a steady beeping sound began emitting
from the console. Staying behind Dru as she held her bracelets up to defend
her master, Droid gave Rei and the Lieutenant a mocking smile. "Since we
seem to be at a stalemate; you can shoot me, and my lovely pet here could
snap you both in half. Seeing that, we shall bid you adieu." Droid turned
and trotted out the door, followed by Rei's cloned twin. She gave her
sister a playful wink, then disappeared after her master.

The real heroine was about to start after them when she realized that she
was still naked. "First things first!" In a motion she had done many times,
Rei brought her wrists up until they touched together. A familiar flash of
light surrounded her and when it faded she was back in her unblemished
uniform, which she found was a little too tight now. "Damn..." Rei thought
as she grabbed at the fabric and tried to tug it looser. "I didn't think I
was that big yet!"

The Lieutenant exhaled sharply...then slowly turned the weapon on Rei. "I
can see that you're not as fast as normal, cunt. I'll gun you down like a
dog then get the hell out of..."

"Oh joy..." Rei sighed and prepared to defended herself. A flashing on the
various computer screens in the room caught her attention. "Um...I hate to
bother but when I see numbers counting down that means a bad thing is about
to happen."

Slowly the odd beeping sound sank into his head. As he realized it's
importance, his eyes widen and his face blanched. "Oh my god!" he gasped,
"that's the base self-destruct warning!"

"Yeah that's a bad thing all right. Might I suggest we hold off on our
little fight so we can get out of here?" Faster then he could comprehend,
Rei grabbed his gun and bent the barrel. "I'm faster then you think."

The ferret-faced Lieutenant gaped at his bent gunbarrel then at the
suddenly rejuvenated Amazon before him. "How...? Just a moment ago, you
were stiff and barely moving?!"

"I got my second wind," she grinned at him. "Hmmm...I do believe I heard
that computer say something that sounded like 'two minutes and counting'
but I could be wrong."

He shook Rei off and rushed to the computer console Droid had been working
at. "Shit!" he yelped. Without a word to Rei, his face paler than usual, he
scampered out the door, leaving Rei alone in the lab.

She only stayed there for a moment though since she knew she had to get out
as well. The heroine raced out the door and caught sight of the trooper as
he ran for the exit. "I'll just follow him since he seems to know the
way..." They both ran through the corridors and tunnels while red lights
flashed with alarms going off all around. Rei noticed as she passed him
through a tunnel cut through solid rock that with the added bulk in her
stomach, that she had to be careful going around corners.

Finally Rei raced out into the night are from a non-descript building along
the coast. Through the soles of her boots, she could feel heavy thumps as
the base began to destroy itself. She finally halted when she reached a
place that she recognized. A sidewalk that followed the edge of the coast
and led back into the city. From there, Rei sat on a bench and watch the
water pulse with each detonation.

Her belly pushed out against the red bustier, making the bottom of the
golden letters bent and shining under the fluorescent lighting. All it
would take is one good punch to the belly by one of her many enemies, and
Rei would be badly hurt at best...at worst, this growing child in her belly
would be killed.

"An Amazon is to protect the innocent," she thought. "And I can't think of
anyone more innocent then this child. I can't do anything to endanger it
and in order to do my duties, I would have to." Rei frowned slightly at
something she just realized. "I should be examined by a doctor just to make
sure everything is okay. But I certainly can't let any doctor out here do
it as they would notice some odd things I bet. The only place is...back
home."

Her sisters would demand she return to the island and have her child there,
like every other Amazon had done. Her position as Ultra Woman would be
passed on, as every Amazon mother was required to be with her child for, at
least, the first twenty years of life. It was an important bond and during
that time Rei would have to show her future child the ways of the Amazons.

Rei realized another thing in that moment: she wasn't totally sure just who
the father was. There had been several men she had been with in the
timeframe for her pregnancy. "Oh joy..." she groaned.

Regardless, her life here was over. As she looked at the belly she had
somehow gained while in Droid's tube, the obvious conclusion hit her harder
than any villain had ever done.

Her life as Amazon champion, her adventures in this outer world, were over.
Rei could no longer be Ultra Woman.

"Oh well...I never wanted the job anyway..." she said out loud in a voice
that was a lie...............

 

[mypgems]

And thus ended the saga...

Hope you enjoyed!

ps Sorry about some of the formatting.

 

[ladytania]

I had forgotten some of these. Plant Master is such a dark and evil villain!

 

[mypgems]

His & Rei's son is just as bad! I think I'll post the stories we did of Rei's daughter Anya. Wish we had completed the last one where she got caught by a collector who had a hard on for Anya's mom.

 

[mypgems]

Hi again!

What is to follow is a few stories Doc Droid did involving the next generation of heroes. In this case, the former Ultra Woman Rei's daughter Anya. Anya isn't suppose to be out in 'The World' but she is a rebel and half.... Well I'll let you figure out what theta half is.

There are three and...about a half of stories here. The last was never finished but I include it because I like it. Apologies for some of the formatting!

 

[mypgems]

Dark Angel and The Gold Bug

A furtive figure leaped over a eight foot stone
wall, higher than the
edging of razor wire, before gracefully descending
into the yard within.
Dark, silken hair fell across her face as she landed
in a crouch. Violet
eyes peered through the trees towards the victorian
mansion beyond them.
Her hypersensitive eyes could easily see the red
lasers that crisscrossed
the yard, security that would not stop her.

"Typical.." she thought as she listened for any alert.
"They buy a bunch of fancy toys just because they cost
a lot. Then they don't get the people to back them up.
Not that I mind...."

Seeing that the gate guards had not seen her, she
hopped over the lasers
with almost boring ease. Her dark-shaded red and
blue costume hugged her
lithe body as she held the pouch on her hip in one
hand to keep it from
bouncing and making noise.

This was so easy that she almost wanted to do
cartwheels instead. Of course she didn't because that
would be an act of hubrus and her mom always warned
her about that trait.

The mansion was owned by a man named Pietro
Bodaglio, shadowy figure in the
Reichsborough mob scene. The shapely young woman
within had, in her short
time in Megapolis, learned of this man. She had her
ways; her name was
Anya, and she was an Amazon.

Well...according to many of her 'sisters' she wasn't a
TRUE Amazon just because of who, or rather, what her
father was. Anya could live with their taunts and
stares because of the steel that her mother had given
her. Her mother always told her to be proud of what
she was because there was no one else like her in the
world.

The straw that broke the camel's back however was when
they denied her the title of being the Champion of the
Amazons. She had won the contests fairly but the Queen
overruled it and gave it to somebody Anya considered
lesser of herself. After that, Anya had done something
no Amazon had ever done before, at least to any one's
knowledge. She had broken into the palace to steal the
uniform and lasso the Queen herself had used when she
first went out into the world. A guard had seen her
and Anya had to 'disable' her in order to escape.
Stealing was one thing but assault was quite another.
Her mother had told her to go and hide in the World
until she cold arrange for her to come back someday.
It might take years but Anya knew she would be back.
"Gods help them when I do..." she always thought.

Within the mansion itself, she had been told, were
many riches stolen or
illegally acquired over time by Bodaglio. Anya was
here to get one
particular item, as sort of an object lesson to
Bodaglio. It was a small
scarab, not over two inches across. Made by some
ancient Egyptian artisan,
it was solid gold and encrusted with six rubies.
From what Anya had been
told, it had a street value of at least three
million dollars, more to some
collectors.

The money wasn't for herself of course but for those
who didn't have enough to feed themselves each day.
While the 'Champion' fought villians, Anya knew she
was doing things that actually _helped_ people. Even
if it was against the silly laws of this world...

She had to put all that behind her and concentrate on the task at
hand. The
mansion itself had barred windows on the first floor; typical mobster
home.
Even with the security and bodyguards, this man still lacked the
confidence
to sleep without bars on the windows. However, the young Amazon was
quick
to note, there weren't any bars on the second floor windows. With a
quick
leap, she flew up into the air and landed on a second story balcony.

As soon as her feet touched the stone, she crouched into a defensive
posture. Just in case somebody had seen that swift movement. For
several moments Anya listened and watched for any response. There was
no sounds except for the breeze and the crickets. She slowly stood up
and crept to the balcany doors, making sure she stayed in the shadows.

Through the french doors, Anya could see a sleeping figure of a
flapping
man with slick black hair, five o'clock shadow, asleep on the bed.
Next to
him was some much younger girl. The half-empty bottle of wine on the
nightstand made it obvious to Anya; these two wouldn't wake up if she
had
crashed through the roof.

"Now where would he keep that thing..." she thought as she looked
around the edges of the door. Her eyes searching for any contacts that
would signal an alarm system. "This kind of guy would probably put it
right out in the open so he can admite it..." With a small application
of her strength, Anya broke the lock on the doors and sneaked her way
inside. She crawled on all fours across the deep shag rug.

The snoring of the overweight mobster easily drowned any faint noises Anya
made as she moved across the floor. As she reached the opposite side of
the
bed, she saw another bottle. This one was almost empty and on its side,
with a few drops staining the white shag.

Curious, Anya leaned her head over enough so that she could catch the
scent of the wine. Her nose quickly wrinkled at its smell. This mobster
might have a taste in art but he had none in wine. Anya knew that she
could probably by a better vintage in the average grocery store then the
amount he probably paid for this.

As she reached the door, her violet eyes peered into the hallway. Down at
the end of the hallway, sitting in a chair facing the stairs, was a man.
He
was half-dozing, his feet on the bannister of the stairs and leaning back
against the wall. Across his lap was a submachine gun.

"At least somebody in this place has some sercurity sense..." she
thought as she watched the guard. Given this place's track record so
far, she would've almost expect there to be no other security. Having a
guard in the house, armed, showed that somebody was thinking. "And
that's too bad for me but it makes it more of a challenge..."

Past him, Anya saw an open door, beyond which she saw a desk. Sparkling
from the faint moonlight coming through a window, the young Amazon saw a
glint of gold and red. As her beautiful, intent eyes focused on the glint,
she made out the fuzzy outline of a tiny, little, obscenely expensive
insect.

With the grace of a cat, Anya stood up and cast a glance backwards to
see that the couple were still asleep. As soon as the guard's head
nodded to his chest again, she crept out into the hallway and made her
way along the wall. An ant walking on the carpet might have made more
sound then she did. Anya's right hand was in the pouch on her hip and
holding her stolen lasso. She kept it in there because of the glow it
had. All the while her ears were open for the slightest sound of anybody
else in this mansion....

The guard was as fleshy as his boss. His feet hung
over the edge of the
bannister, with the front two legs of his chair just
off the floor as he
leaned back. His eyes opened to mere slits once, but
this sign of life was
quickly snuffed out by the urge to doze.

The moment those eyes opened, Anya froze to the point of not breathing.
The violet eyes locked like lasers on his. When he closed his eyes
again she took a silent breath and crept closer to him. The lasso tight
in her hand.

Her senses alive, Anya could hear footsteps
somewhere down in the foyer
beyond the foot of the stairs. Whoever was
downstairs, at least, was more
vigilant than this flunky. With ease she was able to
make her way down the
hallway, her blue and red boots silent on the soft
carpeting. As she
reached a point just behind the mobster, she could
see the feet of the
guard past a doorway beyond the bottom of the
staircase. She waited until
the owner of those feet moved away from the
downstairs doorway.

She didn't need to be taking care of two of these creeps at the same
time. Not if she wanted to get in and out cleanly. As soon as the other
guard had moved to another area, Anya pulled the lasso from her pouch.
As she did, the glow of it began to fill the hallway. Anya silently
cursed and tried to hide most of it in her hands and between their two
bodies. "Why can't they make that thing _not_ do that?" she wondered
and she lowered a loop around the man.

As the lasso dropped over his shoulders, the man
jerked awake. Doing so, he
lost his balance and fell backwards. The half-Asian
Amazon was able to
catch the back of the man's chair in one hand and
easily hold him up so he
wouldn't crash to the floor.

"Keep quiet and don't struggle with me you wanna be guardian," Anya
hissed into his ear. Any curses from the man's throat were instantly
stopped as the commands were blasted into his small mind. "Just how
many other guards are int his place right now and does your boss have
any traps on his little gift?" She asked, turning his head to look at
her goal.

The man gaped at the Asian girl as the magic of the
rope melted his will
and made him malleable to her commands.
"Uh...there's Louie downstairs," he
whispered, "and Bruno out in da garage. Dat's all in
da house." His dull
black eyes flickered into the study. "Uh, ain't no
traps dat I know of."

Anya listened carefully to the answers and nodded. "Good boy. Now you
will take a nap and not be bothered by any sounds until sunrise. You
will forget about me or our conversation." She was about to take the
lasso off when a thought came to her. "Oh and tomorrow you will go to
the local DA and tell him everything you know. Especially about any
criminal activites of you or your boss." In the greater scheme of
things, this guard probably knew little but every little bit helped in
the struggle.

The guard nodded meekly. His chin fell to his chest,
and a soft rumbling
started from his throat as he fell instantly, deeply
asleep.

Quickly she stuffed the glowing lasso back into the
pouch before the light could be seen anywhere else.
She made sure the guard wouldn't fall to the floor,
not for his safety but because that would make too
much noise, and moved towards her target.

Even though the guard had told her that there was
nobody else on this floor and that there was no traps,
Anya didn't take any chances. He told the truth but
only as far as he knew it. Some smart person might
have made changes without tell him. However it did
seem that he was right because nothing happened when
she entered the room.

Anya knelt and studied the object carefully to see if
there was in fact no alarms. Satisfied, she picked it
up and noticed that from the weight it was real gold.
"That'll help a lot of people..." she thought. "More
then doing public appearances like what 'Ultra Woman'
is doing these days..." Anya dismissed those thoughts
since she needed to concentrate on the job at hand.
She knew however that someday there would be a
fight...

Creeping slowly back into the bedroom, Anya raised her
head just enough to see if the couple was still
asleep...

The pair were both deeply asleep, with the mob
boss's snores filling the
room. It was nothing for the stealthy Amazon to
simply walk across the
room and slip through the curtains and step onto the
balcony.

Again, Anya stayed in the shadows as her eyes scanned the grounds from
any of the other guards. It looked as if nothing had changed in the few
minutes she had been inside. She closed the door and hopped to the
ground below. The only signs of her even being in the mansion was the
broken lock and of course, the theft.

In moments she was across the yard after a series of
hops over the various
security lasers. Gathering herself near the wall,
Anya easily leaped over
the razor wire at the top and landed in the alley
beyond, bending down to
cushion her landing.

"Now that's done," she thought as the soles of her boots touched the
asphalt. "And I know just the right person to buy..." Suddenly her
thoughts were interrupted.

"Fuck, you're quick," a deep, male voice rumbled. As
Anya looked up from
her landing, kneeling position, one hand on the
pouch at her hip, she saw a
large man leaning against a garbage truck in the
alley.

In a flash, she was on standing and facing towards the man. Anya was't
worried much about running into people. Between her strength, skills,
and certain other things she had been holding her own in the worst
parts of the city. However...as she looked at the man closer, she knew
this could be different.

In a moment, Anya had to change her mind. This man
was large. He was HUGE.
Nearly eight feet tall and towering over the five
and a half foot tall
half- Asian Amazon, this man was rippled with muscles. His
body was dotted and
marked with scars, but oddly enough, he had no hair
on any part of his
body. He wore a pair of red leather pants, black
boots, and a thick black
belt. A red and black harness was across his massive
chest. Anya had never
seen this man, but it was obvious who he was.

"Bet he's....Mayhem," Anya thought as she remebered the reports she had
read about the villians of this world. 'Strong but simple minded' was
how his had read. 'He has a certain lust towards Amazons as well.'

"Gimme the bug, ya little cunt, and maybe I won't
fuck ya ta death," he
laughed as he walked towards her.

She smiled slightly at him. "It'll be good to get rid of this trash
once and for all," she thought as she got ready for combat. "I bet
my 'sister' wouldn't be able to handle him. Probably just quiver in her
boots."

With a motion that seemed a blur, Anya grabbed a heavy 55 gallon drum
that was filled with trash. She gave the slightest of grunts of effort
as she threw it towards Mayhem and followed behind it closely. "Best
defence is a good offence!"

Like an oversized car trying to make a quick turn,
Mayhem brought his
arm
up to block the drum but was far too slow. The aged
villain took the
trash
can to the chest, knocking him back a step as the
trash flew widely. He
bounced against the side of the garbage truck as the
badly dented drum
bounced off the pavement.

She delivered a solid kick to his side while he was
against the truck before getting out of his reach
again. "He may be old but he's built. That was like
kick a tree!" she thought, a little more wary now.
Somebody built like that could be quite dangerious.

"Ya fuckin' bitch!" he roared as he came at Anya
again. With two
ponderous
steps, he leaped at the lithe Amazon girl, his thick
fingers reaching
out
towards her throat.

"Is he kidding?" Anya thought. Mayhem was coming at
her but it almost seemed like it was in slow motion.
As long as she kept her wits, she would be able to
dodge him easily.

As the much quicker Anya ducked, Mayhem slammed into
the thick stone
wall
of the mansion. The heavy blocks crunched inwards,
as if struck by a
wrecking ball, but the ball hadn't went through.
Instead, Mayhem
crashed to
the ground, hard and heavy enough for Anya to feel
the impact making
the
ground vibrate.

She wasn't worried so much about Mayhem as the noise
alerting the guards to come looking to see what was
happening. "This could be fun but I think we should
continue this another time," she said with a grin.
"After you've had a nap and some geritol."

Mayhem, already looking the worse for wear, slowly
got to his feet,
mumbling dark threats under his breath as he got to
one knee.

Seeing the dented can out of the corner of her eye,
Anya grabbed it and slammed the open end down around
Mayhem's body. "Best hold your ears sir,' she warned
before giving the can a strong slap with her hands.
The ally reverberated with a low boom that was the
result. "Until we meet again!" Anya turned to get out
while the getting was good.

As Anya turned to run around the garbage truck and down the alley, a knee
swung out in front of her. Even the quickness of the young, overconfident
Amazon wasn't enough. The knee buried itself in Anya's gut, bending her
over the massive leg.

In an instant, the air was driven from her lungs so that she couldn't
gasp in pain. She just laid across the leg, stunned while she tried to
force air into her burning lungs. Just before the spots formed in front
of her eyes, she was able to take a few quite gasps of fresh air.

A hand grabbed her by her dark, silken tresses and jerked her upright. She
saw a tall man, not as bulky as the man struggling with the trash can over
his head, but with many of the same facial features in a leaner body. He
had bright blonde hair, but the sneer was definitely Mayhem.

"Great...." she thought, struggling. "Two of these apes..."

Before the gasping girl could react, the young man spun her around,
lifting
her bodily off the ground by the hair at the back of her skull. Face
first,
he smashed her into the hood of the garbage truck, bending it inwards
until
most of her head was buried in the metal.

It was only due to her Amazon body that every bone in her face wasn't
broken. That and being held by her hair did hurt though and Anya had to
restrain herself from crying out in pain. Doing so would have told the
villian that she was weak and Anya couldn't do that. Not now.

"I don't know who you are, but you fucked up. No one messes with me or my
Dad," he growled at Anya as he pulled her back out and held her up by her
hair. Her red and blue boots dangled a foot off the ground as he reared
back a fist. "Give us the Bug, and I won't put your nose on the side of
your face."

"Hell no!" Anya growled as her dangling body turned to face him. She
brought her legs together and kicked them up towards the his groin. At
the same time her hands probed towards the pressure points on his arms.
Anya wasn't very experienced with the points but if the attacked work,
he would lose control of his arms. Then it would be a fair fight. Fair
at least until she dumped the truck on top of him that is.

The blonde man gave a grunt as Anya's feet drove into his crotch. She
could
feel the thick snake and heavy balls being driven upwards as his eyes
bulged. At the same time, her fingers drove into the nerve endings around
his biceps. As they hit, her fingers felt like she had smashed into solid
granite. Only her Amazon toughness kept her fingers from shattering to
powder.

Her features winced at what she felt from her fingers. "Gods!" she
thought as she resisted the urge to suck on her aching fingers. "He's
like solid stone!" That part of her plan didn't work but the satisfying
'crunch' and the look on his face told her that the other part did.
However, with most men the force of her kick should've thrown him
through the air at least. With this guy, that didn't happen.

Reacting to the pain that only a man could feel, the big blonde man drove
his fist forward with all the strength he could muster, pounding the
knuckles into the side of Anya's cheek. "Bitch!!" he gasped.

Again, only her Amazon body saved her from the side of her head being
collapsed inward. The force of the blow instantly stunning her and
making stars appear before her eyes. Anya went limp as she swung from
his grasp. Her eyes dullen from the blow.

Spinning around, hand still gripping Anya by the hair, he hurled the red
and blue clad Asian girl towards the garbage truck. As she crashed through
the supposedly shatterproof windshield and crunched against the back of
the
cab, he double over, hands going to his aching cock and balls. "No...no
wonder Dad hates these bitches," he groaned as he stumbled his way to the
passenger side door of the truck.

Anya laid on the seat covered in fragments of the windshield. Her outfit
cut and torn from the shard but the skin unhurt beneath it. The only
wayt to tell that she was still alive was from the rise and fall of her
breasts. Also from the small trickle of blood from her nose.

The broad-shouldered blonde man opened the door with one hand while his
other coaxed his testicles into descending once again. With a growl of
relief, he ripped off the door to the truck. "You're going to pay for that
kick, you stupid little bitch." He grabbed Anya by her ankle and dragged
her out of the cab, not caring how her head bounced as she hit the ground.

Whatever level of conciousness she had risen too was quickly removed
when her head landed on the ally. Her hair spread out on the surface
like a face. The large bruise on Anya's face was already beginning to
recover as the blood was reabsorbed into her system. Her tongue reached
out to lick up the tiny trickles of blood that had come from her
nostrals.

Pulling Anya behind him, the blonde man brought her to the back of the
truck. As he tossed her leg down, her red leather pouch finally popped
open. Amidst the glowing coils of rope came the Scarab. He leaned down and
picked up both lasso and Bug. "Hey Dad, here," he said, tossing the golden
amulet to Mayhem, as the older man finally came to and freed himself from
the trash can. "I got something to do." He grinned. "You know, you're
right, these bitches deserve everything they get. She kicked me right in
the gonads!"

Mayhem winced and nodded. "Go ahead, fuck 'er all ya want. I don't know
who
she is, but she needs a good ass-reaming."

The son wrapped the lasso around one of Anya's wrists then bound it to one
side of the truck's bumper. "Yeah," he said as he stepped over her and
bound the other wrist to the opposite side of the bumper, leaving the
unconscious girl face down, her upper body lifted off the ground. "Time to
show this bitch!"

Anya's only reaction was to give a low moan from the pounding in her
head. She struggled slightly but in her unconcious state all it did was
make her rounded ass shake from side to side. Also to make her large
breasts sway to the man's approving gaze. "Ahhhhhh...my headddddd...."
she moaned again.

The blonde man kneeled down behind Anya. Pushing her calves apart with his
knees, he reached a hand between her legs. Strong fingers began to massage
the mound under the blue costume. He rubbed his middle finger along the
slit beneath the costume, pausing for a moment to toy with the rising
clit.

"Noooo....don'tttttt...." she moaned as the hidden patch of soft hair
began to quickly get wet. Anya struggled both to wake up and to escape
at the same time. Like all Amazon's she was vulnerable to the Curse that
when arroused would strip her of her strength. Even in her befuddled
state, she was aware enough of the need to get away. The bumper her
wrists were tied to began to groan from the force of her tugs. Just as
the man's hand began to feel the first touch of juice on the cloth.

"Look at this, I think she likes it!" he laughed. "Hey you, just relax,"
he
ordered, without really realizing that the lasso around her wrists would
force the Asian girl to obey him, "you're going to like this!"

As the command blasted into her head, Anya quickly stopped struggling
and hung by her wrists. Suddenly she felt a meaty hand grab her chin and
pull it upwards. Her violet eyes opened to see the face of Mayhem
looking down at her. "Aw....hell..." she sighed as the blackness of her
unconciousness faded.

Mayhem's eyes narrowed as he looked at Anya's face closer. "She sure does
look familiar... Those bracelets though, I bet this cunt's one of them
fuckin' Amazon sluts. You fuck 'er like an animal, and she'll be beggin'
fer more!"

Right at that moment Anya could've ripped out Mayhem's throat if she had
been able to. While she might not care for many, if not most of her
'sisters', her mother was still proud to consdier herself an Amazon.
Insult them in this case was insulting her and Anya had been in many a
fight defending her mother's honor.

The younger man's other hand grabbed a handful of the flexible costume
right over Anya's tailbone and unceremoniously ripped it back towards him.
He kept tearing pieces away, until her ass was naked down to the upper
parts of her thighs. Before she knew what had happened, she felt a thick,
warm, velvety object prodding at her asscrack.

Anya wanted to struggle but tha lasso's command had forbidden her to do
that. She wanted to protest but she knew that wouldn't help matters in
this case either. On the contrary, it would probably just encourage him
all the more. Unlike other Amazon's her age, Anya was no stranger to a
man's cock. Since arriving in this word she had enjoyed several men and
could understand why her mother fondly remembered her lovers. Taking
them this way was one thing she hadn't tried and had no intention of
either.

Leaving Anya's pussy alone as her costume hung from the puffy lips, the
man
reached around to grip Anya by her swaying breasts. Palming those heavy
melons, Mayhem's son used them to pull Anya back as he began to force his
dry, stiff cock between her firm, arched cheeks...

She gritted her teeth as he forced his way into her. Her muscles
clentching at him as best she could to deny him passage. The feeling of
those hand squeezing her soft breasts was distracting however and just
encouraged the Curse to flow throughout her body all the more. A sign of
it was the now steady droplets that came from her pussy. The sound of it
hidden by the grunts from both of them. Him to enter her and her's to
deny him that pleasure.

Mayhem wrenched Anya's face upwards so he could leer down at her. "Don't
look so fuckin' tough now, do ya?" the old villain growled at the young
Amazon. "Tell you what, just stop fightin' back there. You let him just
fuck ya in the ass all he wants, got it?" He patted the growing bulge in
his pants. "If ya start screamin', I'm gonna gag ya but good."

The new command forced her to relax the muscles that had been keeping
the invader at bay. Anya's features scrunched up as she tried to disobey
the order but she couldn't. A loud gasp came from her lips as he was
able to get the tip of his cock past her now relaxed anus. If she hadn't
been busy fighting the urge to exclaim her pain, Anya would've spit up
at Mayhem's face.

As the Asian Amazon's struggles to keep him out ended, the blonde headed
young man squeezed Anya's breasts, making the soft flesh bulge between his
strong fingers. Using the heavy glands for leverage, he braced himself.
"Yeah, she's gonna scream, Dad," he grinned as he drove the head of his
shaft deep into the Amazon, splitting her ass wide.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Anya finally begain to scream. The 'pop' she had felt
when he had pushed the cock so deep was more then she could bear.
Especially with the dryness of her ass and his cock providing such
little lubrication. Before she could scream again, Mayhem's huge hand
clamped down on to her mouth so that the sound was muted. His son
steadly forced more and more of himself into the formally virgin ass.

He trapped her nipples between his knuckles and ground the sensitive nub.
He compressed her mounds to her chest as he pulled back on her, making her
arms strain as the lasso slowly bent the steel bumper of the garbage
truck.

The combination of what was happening to her nipples and and the rape of
her tight ass produced a combination of pleasure and pain that helped to
make the Curse run wild. A steady dribble of juice flowed from her
neglected pussy to form a puddle underneath her. The sounds of her agnoy
and ectasy were muted by Mayhem's hand across her mouth. Finally his son
pushed the last bit of his cock into ass and held himself there.
Enjoying the tight, hotness of her.

Releasing the Amazon's mouth, Mayhem quickly unbuckled his belt. A moment
later, his wrist-thick cock bounced out of his pants and slapped onto
Anya's shoulder until the tip passed through her tossed hair and poked
into
her ear. "Ever been skull fucked?" he laughed.

Anya looked up at him, her screams silent for a moment as she tried to
catch her breath. If looks could kill then Mayhem would have been dead a
thousand times right now. She tried to pull her head away from his cock
the lasso around her wrists prevented that. "Nnnnn..noooo..." she
finally answered him as the lasso had commanded. Suddenly Mayhem's son
pushed forward against her ass and buried his cock deeper.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Anya groaned again.

Mayhem grinned darkly. "I warned ya," he said to
Anya. Stepping over her so
he straddled her shoulders, the tip of his long,
slightly flaccid cock
bounced against the top of her head as he bent his
hips downward. Grabbing
the half-Amazon girl by the hair on either side of
her head, he twisted
her face upwards until his growing shaft poked her
in the eye.

The bumper of the truck groaned more as Mayhem rested
his heavy body on it. Anya tried to twist her head to
avoid the shaft but his hands were much too strong in
her weakening condition. A series of low growls did
come her throat as she tried to fight both them and
the Curse that was roaring through her body.

"I'd skull fuck ya, but I figure I wouldn't do any
damage to yer small
little Amazon slut brain," Mayhem leered. He moved
his hips down and bent
Anya's head back farther, making her arms strained
and stretched. "Open up,
slut, yer gonna hafta do some major sucking."

Her mouth opened as she was commanded and Mayhem
quickly shoved his cock in. The heavy, musky scent of
him filled Anya's nostrals. She almost gagged from how
deep Mayhem filled her throat but she resisted that
urge. It felt like her mouth was crammed with him
already but she could feel Mayhem growing ever larger
and even more massive.

Behind Anya, grunting with the effort of plowing the
Asian girl's dry
channel, the blonde son started to move slowly back
and forth, his thick
cock forcing her ass cheeks to mold around the
burning rod of flesh. He
kept a tight grip on her breasts, using her tender
melons to pull her back
and ride the helpless Amazon.

Her grunts and moans of agony were muffled by the gag
that Mayhem's cock was. She attempted not to move any
more then she had to so as not to make it hurt even
worse. The worst thing wasn't the ass reaming so much
as his on her breasts. He was leaving bruises on the
soft flesh that was hidden on the cloth but the
sensations were erotic none the less.

"I think she likes this, Dad. I can feel her cum
dripping down her thighs."
He released Anya's breasts, allowing them to sway
freely under her, her
darkly colored red and blue costume torn in places
around them. He gave
Anya's outer ass cheek a slap, then gripped her hips
tightly.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Anya groaned as it felt like his hand
were trying to compress her pelvis together. She
bucked slightly but was easily held in place by the
father and son duo.

"Time to scream," he hissed behind Anya, as he used
the tight hold on her
hips to begin plunging his cock rapidly in and out
of her red, abused hole.

And scream she did. Although with the huge cock deep
in her throat the screams were quite reduced. Mayhem's
son's cock quickly turned a bright from the coating of
blood at the raw flesh of her ass.

Lost in his own rising passion as he plowed Anya
from behind, the son kept
thrusting into her ass. His hands gripped her hips
tightly as he pounded
into her, mercilessly raping her from behind.

It was only her Amazon discipline that kept her from
bawling like a baby from the agony she felt. The pain
was tremendous but was offset somewhat by how his
heavy balls bounced of her clit. That and how her
enlarged nipples rubbed against her suit raised the
arousal factor in her battered body by a large degree.

Mayhem kept a tight hold on Anya's silken dark hair,
pinning her face as he
plunged his own shaft in and out of her mouth.
Despite his growing years,
Mayhem still had enough to stretch Anya's lips wide
and drive into the
young Amazon's throat. Ignoring the cries that only
made his cock all the
more excited, he kept at her, thrusting his
glistening pole every deeper
into her mouth. His heavy balls slapped against the
underside of Anya's
chin with every thrust.

She could taste some of his pre-cum as it leaked from
the tip of his cock. The weakness of the Curse
prevented Anya from gagging since it relaxed her
muscles greatly. All she could do was take both cocks
as deep as they wanted to shove into her.

He leaned down towards Anya. "Time ta cum, ya Amazon
slut. Got it, I'm
orderin' ya ta cum!"

The moment the command hit her ears, Anya's buildign
orgasm exploded. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she cried from
around his cock. Her body spasming and jerking as she
came hard and long and released the power of an Amazon
in heat. The anus ring around Mayhem Jr's cock,
tightened around his cock greatly. While her arms
pulled at the bumper until it groaned from the stress.

Both men laughed at the muffled cries of the raped Amazon. They both
ignored the sound of the metal bumper being bent by the straining
girl. They also didn't hear the sound of her cum splishing onto the
bricks
of the alley as she hummed into Mayhem's cock.

Anya arched forwards as much as she could so that her breasts began to
rip the uniform apart as they pushed out. The torn, over stressed fabric
could no longer contain the mounds. They began to wobble more from not
being confined. Feeling that help to extend her orgasm by just a little
bit more.

"Fuuuuckkk..." he moaned at the feeling of her cries vibrating along his
shaft buried in her face. His long cock matched Anya's vibrating cries by
quivering in the back of her mouth. He pulled on her hair as his balls
rose
up against the underside of the young Amazon's chin.

The cock was shoved further down her throat while her head began to
shake from how Mayhem jerked inside her mouth. She could feel his balls
begin to throb as they started to fill his cock with his cum. Anya was
very weak and nearly out of her mind from the orgasm they had made her
feel but not totally. From deep within, she kept focused and
concentrated there on her anger.

The blonde son behind Anya kept his own shaft buried in her ass, half of
his length splitting her open painfully. He knew what was about to happen,
and wanted to watch and enjoy.

With a ripping sound, the son tore the back of her outfit, ignoring the
zipper, down to Anya's waist to expose her back. The pale skin was
coated in sweat as showed her toned muscles as she shook in their grasp.
She tried to pull her mouth from Mayhem's cock but his grasp was too
strong.

With a deep groan, Mayhem's manhood exploded, firing his thick cum into
Anya's throat. It struck her like white jet blasts. His balls rocked under
her chin. She could feel the threads of hot jism pulsing down his cock to
blow into her throat, filling her mouth quickly.

The stinky mass was swallowed quickly by her as the Curse triggered
another orgasm. The sounds were cock off by the mass of cock that filled
her mouth. Anya could barely get any air into her lungs but she was able
to bend the bumper up more. Cracks formed in the metal as it went past
its stress level.

"Yeah!" the son cheered. "Yeah, I think she came aga..a...aaaahhhhh..." he
sighed as his own cock strained and released. His own thick seed punched
into Anya's ass. He jabbed his penis deeper between her taut ass cheeks as
he filled her rear with his cum, sending more of his seed than his aging
father could have put into Anya's mouth.

The anus ring that he had penatrated clamped down on his invading cock
with incredible pressure while Anya's mouth did the same on the cock
there. For Mayhem, he got to feel a pair of sharp teeth puncture the
skin of his cock. His blood began to mix with the traces of his seed
that still lingured in her mouth.

"YAAAARRGHH!!!!" Mayhem roared. His fingers curled up in pain, tugging on
Anya's dark hair. Unable to move because of the searing pain in his
manhood, Mayhem held Anya's head in place.

As soon as she tasted the blood, Anya's tongue began to lap it up and
made sure that she didn't miss a drop. Mayhem's powerful hands were on
either side of her head but her teeth were buried in his cock. If he
tried to pull her head off, her teeth would turn his beloved cock into
hamburger.

"What?" the son barked in alarm. "Hey, don't you bite my Dad, you little
bitch!" Pulling out the cock from Anya's ass with a soft 'pop', he lifted
her hips higher.

Anya couldn't hear the commands of the son because of the roaring of her
own heartbeat in her ears. Each drop of blood helping to rejuvenate her
strength ever so slightly. The Curse may have taken away most of her
powers but Anya was recovering at least a trace of them. The removal of
the cock from her ass did help matters a little as well.

"Do it, now!" he ordered the Asian Amazon as he placed the tip of his
manhood between her dripping lips. "Fuck it, you deserve this, like Dad
said!"

Her hips bucked when he positioned himself against her. His hands on her
hips easily held her in place. The movements did cause her teeth to sink
just a tiny bit more into Mayhem which caused his roars to become even
louder.

With a single, hard thrust, he drove the point of his stained manhood into
Anya, piercing her puffy pussy like a log through soft mud. In a half
second, it split Anya wide open and penetrated to the depths of her body.
Her juices squished out from the intense pressure and rolled down the last
two inches of his thick shaft until they dripped from his swaying
testicles. The scent of a fucked, aroused, orgasming Amazon reached his
nose, making his shaft all the harder as his fingers pulled at Anya's hip
to force her pussy to take him deeper.

"Now leggo!"

Not because of his command but because she had to take a gasp of air did
Anya finally let Mayhem's cock go from her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she
gasped as her tight walls stretched enough to take the son inside of
her. Unlike the last time, there was no pain but extreme pleasure from
his cock being in the right passage this time. Anya bucked and fought
but she couldn't get him out of her. Her struggles just increased the
pressure surrounding his cock.

Mayhem pulled out and leaped away from Anya as the
lasso slipped from one
end of the bending bumper. Totally forgetting the
gasping Asian Amazon, the
old villain stumbled away.

The arm that had been tied to it flopped to the ground
as Anya hadn't the strength to try and free her other.
If her violet eyes had been open she would've seen
Mayhem leaning against the wall retching and holding
his groin with both hands.

His son was enraged at the idea that this pathetic,
orgasming Amazon had
bitten his father. He did not know who she was, but
he hated her for daring
to do that to his beloved father.

Anya swallowed the last of the blood that Mayhem had
left in her mouth. To her, it tasted like the finest
wine and cleared her head slightly of the lust the
Curse made her feel.

"You made a big mistake!" he roared at Anya as he
slammed his cock into her
sex with all the power of his body. His hips
hammered into her ass, making
her entire body bounce from the impact. His thick,
long cock was buried
into her sex, over and over, the thickness squeezing
her Amazon juices down
his and her thighs, staining the torn dark blue
costume hanging from Anya's
upper legs.

She was forced up against the dumptruck by the power
of his thrusts. At the same time she gasp in
pleasureable agony from his power. She hadn't met a
man yet who could fuck her like this. Even as she
tried to fight, part of her loved the feelings he
caused inside of her.

"I have never killed, but today I'm going to rape
you to death, you damned
Amazon!" he raged at Anya. "Fucking cum, you
whore!!"

"AWWWWWWW!!!" Anya screamed as she gave into the huge
orgasm that had quickly built up in her battered body.
The muscles of her pussy grabbing hold of the son with
an incredible strength that might have injured an
ordinary man. Even in throes of the passion, Anya's
free arm made its way underneath her shaking body.

Not yet invading his raged mind, the sound of sirens
were faintly growing
in the distance, getting closer to the scene of the
crime...

Her hand reached up to find the man's balls that were
bouncing off her belly. It was hard to concentrate
enough in the midst of her orgasm but Anya took hold
of them. With all the strength she had left, she
yanked down and twisted them at the same time. HARD!

Apparently Mayhem's son wasn't as vulnerable down there, or, as
frightening
as it was to Anya, Mayhem's son was even more powerful than his father.
It
didn't help that all of Anya's Amazon strength was gone, and what little
blood she had swallowed wasn't enough to fully charge her other powers.
The only reaction she got was a violent thrust into her taken body,
burying
his long, thick cock deep within her womb.

While it was still pleasurable, the force of him made her wince in some
pain. Her body was pushed up more against the wrecked bumper until the
slopes of her breasts almost lay upon it. His thrusts increased in power
and speed until his hips moved in almost a blur. Anya's rounded ass
proved to be a soft cushion for his thighs with each deep thrust.

"You're really wanting me to kill you, aren't you?" the blonde headed
young
man growled as he ruthlessly penetrated the helpless girl. Taking her by
the sweaty black hair with one hand, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it
away from his swaying testicles.

Anya's arm was almost pulled from its socket as Mayhem's son pulled it
up and behind her body. The meaty palm sliding slightly on the grey
metal of her bracelet. Her knees began to slip on the puddle of liquid
that had formed under her body from his thrusts into her. The sounds of
the slapping flesh almost drowned out the sounds of the approaching
sirens.

Bending her back by her hair, he pushed himself as far as he could go
inside Anya, leaving his bush to tickle her aching asshole. "Ready to cum
again? How many can you take?"

Her eyes flashed open for a second and she gasped at feeling her stomach
bulge from his cock. The gasp was the only answer Anya gave him though.
She didn't have the breath in her lungs to create the words that he
wanted to her. With her mouth open, she tried to draw in the air to cool
her burning lungs.

Still agonizing from the biting of his dick, Mayhem had a hand cupping his
injured member as he half-trotted, half-stumbled down the alley. "Come on!
Da cops'll be here any minute! No tellin' what other cunts'll be with
'em!"

The son might have heard him, or he might have heard the sirens growing
louder in the distance. If he did, he showed no signs of it. Instead, he
pulled harder on Anya's hair and arm, bending her farther back as his
balls
started to twitch. "Here it comes, too bad you won't get any alimony after
I impregnate you, you damned Amazon!"

"F...f...fuck you!!!" Anya answered through teeth that were as tightly
clentched as the walls around his cock.

"NNGHHH!!" the blonde man roared as his cock exploded inside Anya's womb.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she echoed with him as she came again at feeling
the firehose like blasts inside of her. The force of him almost moving
her forwards as the man held him tightly to his body and buried himself
deeply within her womb.

"Come on!" Mayhem barked at his son, and instantly winced in pain from the
effort.

His face twisted by his climax, the son forced himself to release Anya's
hair. Dropping her arm as well, he let himself be relieved, filling her
womb with his burning seed. "Just..just a minute Dad. I'm...I'm just
giving this one the same treatment you gave dear old Mom," he grunted out.

Anya's face was equally twisted from her own climax then kept on rolling
through her with each burst of him inside her. The hand that was still
tied down had take hold of the lip of the bumper. In her spasms, she had
twisted and bent the metal out of shape. Mayhem's son seemed to have an
unending supply of his cum and he filled her until it escaped past his
intruding cock to drip on to the ground.

As the sirens continued to get louder and louder, he wasn't able to ignore
them any longer. Pulling out of Anya's sex, his still rigid cock spurted
his seed across her back as he let her slump down. He stepped to Anya's
side, where her wrist was still bound by her lasso to the bent bumper.
Taking another handful of her damp, sweaty hair, he rubbed the wet silk
over his sticky cock. Cleaning himself off, he tossed the ends of her hair
back at Anya.

Her mouth was open as she gasped for air. At the same time her eyes were
closed while she tried to deal with all the feelings running through her
body at the moment. Anya tried to remember some of the mental discipline
training her mother had given her once. She knew her daughter might have
to deal with this kind of thing and wanted her prepapred. Ever so
slowly, Anya started to gather her scattered thoughts.

"Time to throw out the trash," he grinned as he untied Anya's wrist.
Grabbing the Asian Amazon by the waist, he gave her a toss into the
garbage
truck.

Immediately she sank down into the paper and bags that filled the truck.
Luckily for her, none of them burst under her slight weight. The smell
however quickly filled her nostrals and acted like a stimulate to arouse
her from the slightly groggy state the orgasms had placed her in. Even
as she became more aware, Anya knew enough not to say anything to them.

"Get yer ass in gear!" yelled Mayhem from the end of the alley.

"But," the son hesitated as he started to gather up the lasso to take with
him. "This thing could be worth tons!" He frowned and threw down the
knotted rope. "Crap, I'm coming!"

The bags she was laying on rustled slightly as she pulled her limbs
closer to her body. The son's struggles to free the rope covered the
slight noise so he didn't know his victim was recovering.

Bursting into a trot, he never gave Anya a second look as he and Mayhem
disappeared around the corner at the end of the alley.

As soon as the their heavy footsteps faded, Anya's head popped up over
the lip of the opening. She could hear the sirens of the police cars
getting louder as well. It sounded to her that they were going to the
entrance gate of the mansion rather then where she was. Anya knew it
would only be a matter of time before a cop came down to check this
area. She did have a second of two to recover a bit more strength.

Suddenly her head perked up as her nostrals caught wind of something.
Anya began digging in the bags of trash until she came to the one she
was looking for. The plastic bag was no match even for her weak fingers
and she pulled out her prize: a piece of uncooked steak that she pressed
her bruised lips to. Her eyes glowed a little and her features changed a
little as the smell of the meat filled her nose. She held it above her
head and squeezed the meat so that the blood from it dripped down into
her waiting mouth. It was stale and tasted terrible from what it had
been laying in but the blood gave her some of the strength she would
need at the moment.

Anya threw the drained piece of beef against the side of the truck and
crawled towards the opening. Every muscle in her body ached as she
lowered herself to the ground. The moment Anya let go she neatly fell to
her knees but a quick grab on to the truck steadied herself. "What a
fucking shitty night..." she growled as she sat on the bumper and untied
her lasso from it.

It only took a few moments for her fingers to get the knot out and place the
magical item on her lap. Anya leaned back against the truck and took a deep
breath. She dared not close her eyes as she was totally exhasted at the
moment and feared she might go to sleep. She justed listened as the sirens
of the police cars finally stopped at the front gate. From the shouts that
came from there, it was clear that the guards weren't too happy for the law
to be there.

"best get a moving..." Anya groaned as she stood up and started down the ally.
She stuffed the lasso into the pouch and felt around for the tears in her uniform.
"How did mom do that again... Oh yeah..." Bringing her wrists together in front of
her breasts, a sudden ball of light flashed around her. When it faded, the uniform was
back to its pristine state. The wearer wasn't however... "Damn my ass hurts..."

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Return of the Plant Master - Part 1

As a cool wind blew between the tall downtown buildings, the lithe girl
huddled the dark coat closer to her. Even though part Amazon and hardly
bothered by the inclement weather, Anya still didn't want the freezing rain
to get on her clothes.

The coat was two sizes too large for her and had certainly seen better
days. That wasn't surprising since Anya had liberated it from a dumpster.
Trash diving was something she did quite often since you could find that
most interesting things in there. What was junk to some was gold to others.
Anya had felt plenty of gold in her various thefts around the city and knew
that silly metal didn't interest her in the slightest; except in how much
she could fence it for that is. She would only keep enough of the money she
raised for food and rent while the rest went to people who could use it
more.

Clutching the coat around her tightly, a light blue crumpled flyer
fluttered in her hand. She glanced down to get the address straight. From
the thumping bass and the collection of sports cars, the old, formerly
abandoned gymnasium with the flashing lights bouncing around within had to
be the place.

"Must be the place..." she thought as she let the breeze catch the paper to
make it drift away. She had found a listing for a rave the other night and
thought it might be interesting to go to. A good change of pace from the
work she had been doing of late. Her mother always said that she was much
too focused and never took time to relax. Anya's standard reply was 'like
mother, like daughter' followed by a laugh. However, she knew she had to be
better then the rest of her sisters to be accepted as a 'true' Amazon. In
the end, that hadn't worked. She dismissed those thoughts as she walked up
to the door, totally ignoring the line of people waiting to get in.

Seeing the beautiful young girl, the two large men at the door certainly
weren't going to keep her from entering. One smiled pleasantly in his own,
no-necked sort of way. He pushed open the doors, which allowed the cold
wind to howl into the old gym and illicit matching howls of complaint from
people within. "Hey baby, come on in."

Anya gave him a smile and wink in return. "Bet you taste mighty good for a
muscle bound idiot," she thought as she went through the doors. A howl of
protest erupting from the line of people that was quickly silenced with a
glare from the man. "See me later big boy," she said to him.

He pointed a finger at Anya and gave her a wink. "You know it."

The thumping bass pounding through Anya's body, as it did everyone else's
in the old place. A DJ was on a dais of crates that had been hammered
together off to one side. Most people were in the middle of the floor
dancing, but as Anya made her way through the crowd, she could see
plentiful alcohol everywhere. As the crowd on the floor would move and
sway, she would occasionally get a glance of a guy or girl doing drugs, or,
as she saw through a half-closed door into an old, demolished bathroom, a
couple having sex.

She had to fight back the part of her that quickly rose from the shadows of
her being. It would be so easy to feed off of these people right now... So
many of them and most in the prime of life too. Anya found herself moving
towards a couple on the dance floor and thinking, "Just a little nip...
They won't notice a thing..." Before she had taken more then a couple of
steps she caught herself and shook her head. "I'm my mother's daughter, not
my father's. That's something HE would do so I should not." Her eyes still
locked on the unaware couple and were filled with a longing.

"Hey!" she heard someone yelling at her, as if from a thousand miles away.
As she turned in the direction of the voice, she found a tall, lean young
man of oriental heritage standing right behind her. In the din of the music
and noise, he had to yell to get her attention. He smiled, white teeth
gleaming in the colored lighting that swirled around the dance floor.

Mentally, Anya kicked herself for not paying attention to what was going on
around. "Every time that damned blood lust gets going I get into
trouble..." she thought as she focused on matters at hand. And the matters
had just gotten quite interesting at that. "Mmmmm...here's a nice side of
beef I might like to have some fun with," she thought. Getting laid was one
of her goals tonight and she had just found a candidate right away. "Maybe
he's got a friend and we could have a threesome."

"Hi!" he yelled again, leaning down to be more easily heard. The young man
had dark black hair highlighted at the ends that seemed to fall across the
edges of his face. He had strong features, and from what Anya could see
behind the loose green silk shirt, black slacks, and an odd necklace made
of twisted leather strands with some kind of wooden amulet on it, this man
was well built. "Hey, I'm Philip, wanna dance!?" he yelled.

"Sure," Anya yelled back with a smile. "Just as soon as I can find a place
to put my coat!" As she looked around the area for a coat rack or whatever,
she let her eyes take a quick glance at the man's crotch. "Oh yeah..." she
thought with a grin as she saw a bulge there. "He might do just nicely..."

"Here!" he yelled as he took the coat from Anya. Without another glance at
her, he walked off into the crowd. He knew she'd follow along as he moved
through the dancing people. Some were busy moving young bodies to the beat,
while a few couples on the dance floor were entangled in the midst of
standing sex.

The whiff of sex in the air was caught by her sensitive nostrils as she
made her way through the maze of bodies. "Now I think even mom wouldn't be
caught dead in a place like this. Let alone the new 'Ultra Woman'. Still
think she's too much the prude..." Anya dismissed her black thoughts so
that they wouldn't interfere with her enjoyment.

He led Anya to a sideroom. Two large men, not nearly as attractive or
intelligent-looking at the guy at the door, were standing on either side.
Inside, sprawled on chairs, a bad, and tables, were a melange of coats,
purses, even a couple of bikes. With a good toss, Philip threw Anya's coat
onto the pile.

Her eyes took in the sight of all those items laying carelessly about. Anya
knew she was going to be paying another visit to this place again before
she left... With the amount of fancy cars outside, there should be quite a
bit of items she could grab. Even with the 'guards' outside, she knew she
was quick enough to grab a few things.

Giving her a wink, Philip took Anya's hand and led her back onto the dance
floor. Smiling brightly down at her, he put his hands on either side of her
lithe waist and danced. Matching the music, he would move towards her,
swaying around the crowded floor, then give back her space. His hands slid
up and down the sides of her body, caressing her skin as he stared into her
violet eyes.

Anya finally noticed that Philip's eyes were just as violet as her own as
her hands mimicked what his were doing. "How odd..." she thought, knowing
that eye color was rare in Orientals. "Guess we're a match then." She
smiled at that thought and tried to match the 'dancing' even though she
didn't know the steps at all.

Taking her by the hips, he would pull her up to him. That bulge would press
into her flesh, the thick, sinuous organ in his slacks rubbing against
Anya's body. He smiled when he did that, hinting broadly with the promise
of where he wished the evening to go.

Because of the difference in their heights his cock rubbed her lower belly.
Anya didn't pull away or slap him. On the contrary, she pressed herself up
against him so that she could feel more of his cock. As she did so, her
pussy that was hidden under her jeans began to get warm. In the highly
unlikely event that she met anybody better here, Anya knew she would be
feeling that cock inside her later on. "He feels nice and big. Bet he knows
just how to use it too..."

Finally, after dancing for a while, Philip wrapped his surprisingly strong,
lean arms around Anya's waist and pulled her close. Not waiting to see if
she would resist, he bent her back slightly and rolled his lips across
hers, sharing a kiss that bespoke of his own hunger as the cock in his
pants pressed into her thigh.

"Mmmmmmm...." her throat hummed as she deepened the kiss in response. Her
lips opening wider and her tongue pressing against Philip's lips. At the
same time her hands moved down to cup his hard ass and hold him tightly
against her. Anya didn't fear being embarrassed since so many other couples
were do similar things all around them.

Philip slid his hand down Anya's side and over her hip. As his tongue
darted into her mouth, he cupped the back of her thigh and lifted it up to
straddle his leg. The other hand moved to the small of her back to support
Anya as he leaned down to move his hungry lips to her neck.

She had to restrain herself from sliding her hands under his slacks so that
she could feel his skin. One of her feet lifted from the floor so that the
heel stroked the back of Philip's calf while she let her slight weight go
more on to his supporting hands. She sighed softly it his ear and began to
lick the inside of it as she felt the nibbling of his lips. All along, he
seemed to keep up the dancing, even though it was more to rub the
now-growing organ against Anya's lower belly. Using his grip on her thigh
and lower back, he Philip lifted Anya up. The bend of his thick manhood
moved down her belly until it reached the slope that lead down to her
pussy.

Anya gasped a little at feeling him so near her most sensitive of regions.
At the same time her pussy heated up, her nipples grew hard and created
peaks in the thin blouse she wore. Like her mother, Anya refused to wear a
bra but her shapely breasts kept their firm, uplifting shape even without
one. She began to rub them against Philip's chest as he rubbed his growing
cock against her.

"Hey baby," he whispered, albeit loudly, in Anya's ear. "Let's get out of
here."

"Mmmmm....yes..." she replied, the thoughts of feasting and stealing from
these people vanishing in an instant. Philip promised to be an excellent
lover and it had been awhile since she had one of those. And that cock...
Anya swore that it must be even larger then Mayhem's son and that thing had
felt huge in her belly. "Lets go back to your place Philip. I'll just have
to see your friend." She reached around to cup and squeeze the bulge to
show him what friend she was talking about.

Philip mirrored the sly smile she had given him. "Good, let's go get your
coat and get out of here," he whispered loudly into her ear. "My friend
can't wait to show you around."

"And I can't wait to show your friend a certain place he might like to
visit." She licked over to his ear and tugged on the lobe with her teeth.
"I know I would like him to visit it..." Philip kissed her deeply and she
returned it. For moment they ignored everything that was going on around
them until they finally broke apart.

He led Anya across the dance floor through the drunk, the dancing, and the
sexed. Reaching the door, he nodded to the two bouncers. He gave Anya a pat
the shoulder then went in. In a few seconds, he came back out with her
coat, and a pair of coats for himself. Back across the dance floor he went
with Anya, the bulge in his pants not relaxing for a moment. He would give
her a look that blazed with hunger and happiness every so often.

She took his hand in hers and give it a squeeze. Most men would've winced
from her firm grip but Philip just returned it. Anya just smiled back at
him and speeded their way up across the floor. She almost shoved people out
of their way since she wanted to get out of here. Philip was going to be
the best fuck she had had in a long time and she didn't want to waste any
time!

As they reached the doors, he took her coat and helped it over her
shoulders. For himself, he put on a light jacket, then topped it with a
much heavier coat. Whoever Philip was, he certainly didn't like the cold.

As they walked outside, the same bouncers were there from when she went in.
"Sorry!" Anya called out to him and got a disappointed look in return.
Before she realized it, he shoved a piece of paper into her free hand. His
phone number she figured and gave him a wink in reply. Odds were likely
that they wouldn't meet again but it could never hurt to have a list of
studs built up.

Once outside, he took Anya's hand again and brought her to a very nice
black Firebird. "Here!" he said loudly before grinning. "Sorry, I think my
ears are still ringing." He opened the door for Anya, then went around to
climb in. The car was immaculately clean, without a spot on it. In fact, it
had a peculiar smell to it that bespoke of being recently built.

"Nice car," she said as she put the seatbelt on. Driving was one thing she
hadn't gotten around to learning just yet but she would eventually. Then
she could start stealing cars.

"Hope you don't mind jazz," Philip said as he started up the car. A light
fusion jazz started with it. Driving Anya through the dark, cold city
streets, he kept looking over at the beautiful young woman. The bulge in
his dark slacks hadn't moved a bit; in fact, it seemed larger now that he
was seated in the car. He slid a hand over and sat it on Anya's thigh. "I
know this will sound strange, but you aren't from around here, are you?"

In response, Anya put her hand on his thigh just below the bulge. "Nope,"
she said. "Just got to town a few months ago. How about yourself? Been here
long?" Anya breathed a bit harder as she was further aroused. She tried to
control herself so that she wouldn't make a stain on her pants but it
wasn't easy. Her sensitive nose could pick up the unmistakable odor of
Amazon lust but there was something else too... "Must be his cologne or
something..." she thought. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed
deeply. "Going to your place I hope?"

He shook his head. "I'm originally from Megapolis, but I moved away with my
father at a very young age." With a grin and a quick glance at Anya, he
added, "Not that you're wanting to hear me ramble about myself. I'll leave
it at this; I'm doing okay, but this night is going to be the best night of
my life."

She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply. "Going to your place
I hope?"

"It's not far," he said as peered through the rainy streets. His fingers
softly rubbed against the inside of Anya's thigh. It kept moving higher
until his fingers touched the edge of her panties that were hidden by the
fabric of the jeans. They were warm and surprisingly tender as each one
brushed over the tanned flesh. He kept driving through the streets to the
north as he kept moving them up.

Anya's chest rose and fell faster as she began get more aroused. In
response, she tried to move her hand over to the bulge surrounding Philip's
cock. It wasn't easy to move her hand though since it was trembling so much
right now. She was able to get it close enough to feel the heat from him.
To her amazement, he was still growing.

Finally he reached the point where her leg met the torso, and slid a finger
into the concave area over the lips of her sex. Watching the road the
entire time, Philip drove through the darkened, wet city streets and out
into the country suburbs. A single index finger brushed over the heated
mound, hidden by the jeans.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm....." she moaned as a stain appeared to wet his finger. She
had to restrain herself from shoving her hips up against him. The hand that
was against Philip's thigh clenched at it and encountered firm, hard muscle
underneath the cloth. Anya didn't know what was better: his finger or the
muscle that she felt now.

A moment after that, the car pulled into a small, gravel-covered parking
lot. It was a small pole barn building, dark in the steady rain, surrounded
by trees and shrubs. "Morton's Nursery" a sign on the street announced.
Philip drove the car around the building, revealing a large back area
containing a large greenhouse and a small bungalow-styled cottage.

The finger and the hand it was attached to slowly pulled away from her to
leave Anya gasping. It took many moments for her to gather her wits about
her. The car was already smelling of the juices the showed on her pants.
"This is going to be so good..." she thought with a wide smile on her face.

He pulled into a small carport attached to the cottage. "This is it.
Modest, but it's good enough for a single guy," he said with a smile.
Hopping out, he quickly circled the car to open Anya's door. Offering his
hand, he helped her from the car.

She leaned against him and let him wrap an arm around her waist. Her legs
felt a little wobbly at the moment and she didn't mind his touch. "I happen
to like modest dwellings myself," Anya said, her eyes widening at seeing
how huge the bulge was now. "But I love men who aren't 'modest' in other
ways." She reached down to rub him and felt her own loins moistening at the
touch.

With a smirk on his lips, he cast his glance to the steamy greenhouse. "You
know, I got a small bed over there. Sometimes it's warmer than the house,
had a couple of bottles of wine in the minifridge, and with all the roses,
it smells better than a bachelor's pad." He bent down slightly to give Anya
a quick kiss. "Want to give it a try?"

"Sounds like heaven Philip," she answered. Her free hand stroking his
chest. "Let's getting going because I can't wait!" And that was the truth.

Taking Anya's hand firmly in his, he glanced up at the rain that has begun
to fall. "Then let's get going!" Taking off at a fast jog, he led Anya
through the rain to the greenhouse.

She kept up with him but the feeling of her rough clothes rubbing against
her over sensitive body made her gasp several times. Anya looked up to the
sky and let some of the cold rain drops land on her hot face. The
difference felt lovely and helped to stop the sweat that was beginning to
form on her features

The door wasn't locked, and Philip quickly through it open and let her in.
Following her in, he just as quickly closed the door behind him. Anya's
sensitive nostrils picked up the scent of life. Flowers of all descriptions
were carefully put into sections. Even in the middle of winter, with the
temperature just over freezing, the flowers were in bloom. Other, larger
plants were along the walls of the large greenhouse, hiding much of the
foggy windows.

The warmth and scents did give Anya a pain of regret as they reminded her
of home. Of many days when she would go deep into one of the forests and
spend hours just sitting amongst nature. The warm, humid air playing nicely
on her bare skin while she stayed just in the shadows. As a child, direct
sunlight didn't hurt but Anya had instinctively avoided it whenever
possible. A kiss on her cheek broke the memories of that past that she was
having.

"Come on," Philip said with a smile. Past the flowers of so many colors and
types, he took Anya down the center of the greenhouse. In the middle of the
building, which was about the size of a three car garage, was a small
living area. Off to one side, with a large, leafy plant growing over it,
was a small bed. Next to it was a table with a radio, a lamp, and a book
laid open face down.

"I do like your place Philip," she said honestly. "Its a whole lot nicer
then mine." That was the truth too. Anya lived in a smallish apartment that
was nearly bare of decorations except for the dirt on the floor and stains
on the wall. The one thing good about it was that it was in an area where
nobody asked questions on who you were. "And just what interesting book are
you reading right now?"

As the nosy young Amazon went to look at the title of the book, Philip
slipped his hands around his ribs. Pulling her back to him, his hands
cupped and lifted her breasts on her chest. "You're incredibly beautiful,"
he said as he gazed down at her with those violet eyes that seemed to match
her own so closely. Even his semi-Asian features seemed a match for the
daughter of the only Asian-featured Ultra Woman.

A small whimper escaped from her lips as his fingers trapped her nipples
between his fingers. The peaks from them poking through the thin fabric of
her shirt. Anya's coat fell to the floor from Philip's actions while its
owner turned enough to look deeply into his eyes. "And you are so
handsome..." she whispered. For some reason she was drawn to him. They had
never met before but it seemed like there should know each other....

He brought his lips down to kiss her cheek as his hands gently kneaded the
firm flesh on her chest. Down the brim of her chin, his trail of kisses led
Philip to her flushed throat. Pulling her even more tightly back to him,
the heavy, throbbing cock trapped in his pants pressed into her back like a
loaded gun.

Her hands rubbed Philip's thighs through his pants while her back moved
against him. She could feel how huge and throbbing he was. The small stain
on her pant grew larger with each moment that passed. "Lets get out of
these clothes," she whispered. "I want to feel the warmth of this place and
you against me."

Philip nuzzled against the hollow of Anya's neck. "Mmm-hmm."

His hands slid down from her breasts, letting the very firm globes move to
a more natural position on her chest. He grabbed the hem of her blouse and
slowly pulled it up over her breasts. As her arms went up, he took it the
rest of the way off her body as her long, dark hair fell back down across
her shoulders.

After brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, Anya let her arms
fall to her sides. The low light of the greenhouse reflected off the pale
skin of her breasts. Her nipples were quite hard and pointed upwards from
the gentle slope of her bosom. Anya had to restrain herself from reaching
back and tearing Philip's clothes off. He wanted to do this so she was
going to allow him.

Taking her by the shoulders, Philip turned Anya around. Kneeling down, his
hands went to the button of her pants. As he slipped the button free and
began working the zipper down, he leaned in to kiss the inner slopes of her
breasts. Moving his hands around her belly, he took the outside edges of
her pants and pulled them over her hips. His lips narrowed in on one nipple
and took it into his mouth.

With a low moan of desire, Anya's hands clasped Philip's head and held him
to her. The amount of juices she released increased and the smell of her
competed with the flowers filling the room. "Oh Philip..." she growled. "I
need you so badly..." Her words rewarded with a gentle nibble on the nub by
his teeth. That made her gasp and almost jump. His strong hands kept her
grounded though.

As her pants hit the concrete floor of the greenhouse, Philip sucked her
breast into his mouth. The nipple, hard and erect, was pulled hard into the
back of his mouth.

As she kicked the pants and her shoes away, Anya moaned loudly. Her fingers
running though his hair as she tried to pull him closer to her. Philip's
cheek rubbing the soft flesh of her other breast as he molested the twin.
"Mmmmmm...." she sighed as a tiny drop of milk was deposited on his tongue.

Next went her panties. Philip slid those over her hips and down her thighs
slowly, letting his fingers brush against her warm flesh in the steamy
greenhouse. As they too hit the floor, he released Anya's breast from his
mouth.

Her breasts rose and fell quickly from the near pants of her breath. The
warmth of the room combined with her lust gave her body a sheen of sweat
that made her seem to glow. The trickles of juice of her toned thighs were
visible but Philip seemed not to be surprised by them. At least he gave no
notice of it.

Running his hands up the insides of her thighs, Philip rose again to his
feet. His fingers brushed across her puffy lips and through the dark bush.
Resting again on her hips, Philip looked down at the naked girl with his
lusty violet eyes. "I believe," he said huskily, "it's your turn."

Before she did anything else, Anya took his hand that was soaked with her
juices and placed it against his lips. "Taste how I taste," she whispered.
"I'm sure you will taste divine..."

Sometime as he was stripping her, Philip had removed his jackets sot hat
they lay piled with hers. Anya leaned in so that her lips were against the
fabric of his shirt. She searched out and found his smaller male nipple.
Gently suckling it like he had her's, Anya unbutton his shirt until it hung
loose.

She shifted her head so that it was between the two edges of the shirt.
"Mmmmmm..." she hummed as she licked his skin and pulled the tails from his
pants. With busy hands, she pushed it so that the shirt joined hers on the
wood floor.

Anya pulled her head back so that she could take him in. "Lovely..." was
all that she said as she ran a finger over his smooth muscles of his chest.
Philip was strong but not bulky in terms of muscles. She liked that very
much. It said that he might be able hold his own with her.

Their eyes looked deeply into each other's and Anya found it hard to tear
her's away from his. It didn't stop her hands from tugging at the clasp on
his pants. Without realizing it, she ripped it free and shoved them down.
From what her fingers felt, Philip wasn't wearing any underwear. She also
something long, thick, and throbbing against her wrists.

She tore her eyes away from his and looked down. "Oh MY..." she gasped.
Philip's cock was much, much bigger then Mayhem's son's and that one had
felt like a log. Even better was that this owner would be much nicer then
the other. "I like your friend..." Anya said as held him in her hands. It
was so big that she almost couldn't get her fingers around him. "I like him
so much I think he deserves a kiss..."

As she bent down, she felt Philip's hands take hold of her shoulders to
stop her. She looked up with a questioning look on her face.

Philip smiled warmly, even if his face was a bit flushed after having this
beautiful girl undress him. Taking her chin in his hand, he leaned down to
give her a warm, lingering kiss. "I have something better to do with that,
besides, I want your lips. Your body can have the rest of me."

"Sounds fine by me but I do plan on giving him a kiss later on." She leaned
in to suckle on one of his nipples again while her hands made themselves
busy stroking his cock. "Just to be friendly since I know he's going to
make me feel quite nice." Anya rested her head on his chest and looked up
him, her tongue licking her lips while her eyes were filled with lust. She
wanted him badly and from the jerking of his cock, she knew Philip felt the
same way about her.

His violet eyes intensely watched her. Sliding his hands behind her, Philip
effortlessly scooped Anya off her feet and into her arms. Violet eyes
ablaze, he carried the young Amazon to the small bed, under a curtain and
ceiling of leaves. He laid her gently upon the soft bedding, which actually
felt like a cushion on top of a veritable bed of leaves.

Smiling up at him, Anya settled back into the bed while he stood over her.
She could see that his eyes were drawn to her breasts that had settled
slightly further apart from one another. With a slight movement of her
body, she made them wobble a little and got a grin in reply. Her own eyes
were again focused on that cock that seemed to be fully enlarged now. Anya
did feel a slight twinge of fear at how he would get it all in her since it
must have been over a foot long and several inches around. However, she
couldn't wait for him to try and patted a space next to her.

As his hand brushed over her belly, Philip laid down next to Anya. His
thick, hard member bounced against her thigh then lay there, blazingly hot,
against her flesh. A hand surrounded her breast and gently kneaded it.
Between his middle fingers Philip lightly pinched her nipple. Leaning on
his other arm, he pressed his chest against her nearest breast.

The Curse began to gather again in her body but Anya didn't care. She was
quite willing to put up with that if it meant the pleasure that came with
it. Her eyes closed for a moment as her breasts rubbed his smooth chest or
were gently squeezed by his hand. One of her own hands began to stroke his
cock slowly while the other caressed his smooth back. Their faces so close
to each other that their breath warmed the other's face.

"I've always wanted to have you," he breathed before attacking her lips
hungrily.

"And I wanted you the moment I saw you...." she replied as his lips claimed
hers. They kissed as if the kiss was a meal and both of them hadn't had
food in days. Anya felt Philip's tongue push into her mouth and over power
her own to claim her mouth. She reveled in his domination of her at the
moment for she knew the tables would be turned eventually."I wonder if he
wouldn't mind me stay through the day tomorrow..." she thought as her hand
grasped his ass. Tugging slightly on him as she laid back.

Following the hand on his muscular, lean cheek, Philip climbed atop the
beautiful brunette beneath him. His tongue darting around hers, he brought
a hand up to her cheek. His fingers brushed through her dark hair as his
chest lay atop her breasts. Pressing the sensitive nipples flat against the
pectorals of his swimmer's body, his long, quickly hardening slab of
manhood rested downwards between her thighs.

Both of her hands grasped his ass while she whimpered into his mouth. Her
weakening hands pulled Philip against her body as she reveled in the
feelings that flowed through her. He was a little heavy but Anya didn't
mind at all. With her legs spread slightly apart, he laid between them and
she instinctively wrapped her legs behind his knees. The two finally broke
their kiss to gasp for air.

He pulled up to kiss along her cheek. "Take me in your hand, Anya," he
breathed into her ear. "Hold it, and lead me," he ordered as the other hand
reached around her waist.

"Oh yes...." she moaned as she licked his ear. Her small hand, trembling
slightly, slid between their bodies to find his cock. He was so engorged
that her fingers couldn't reach around him. The heavy throbbing she felt
made her pussy give a small gush of liquid. It was quickly absorbed by the
leaves under the sheets. "Oh Philip... It feels so nice..."

As the girl beneath him took his erection in hand, he moaned under his
breath. The feeling of having this awesomely beautiful, built young woman
under him was unbelievable. His cock ached for release, for the sensation
of her velvet walls pressing against his shaft. His father had told him
about such things, but now he would discover what his father had told him
about for so long. He would have this woman, and he would do all he could
to make this girl cum harder than she had before in her life. By the time
he finished, he wanted her to be an exhausted, quivering mound of female
flesh.

Anya smiled when she heard Philip moan. From the way his balls drooped
against her wrist, she knew it must have been awhile since he had last cum.
That knowledge pleased her greatly since it meant that he would have plenty
of seed to last the night. Her thoughts flew out of her mind the instant
the thick head touched her lower lips. They were so very sensitive right
now and made her tremble in even more need. "Oh yesssss....Oh
Philippppp...."

"Ohhhhh..." he moaned louder as she guided his cock between the warm, wet
folds of her sex. The scent of her arousal struck his senses like a
hammerfall, which in turn made his dick strain outwards against the fold of
its own surrounding sheath. "Yeah, that's it," he breathed in Anya's ear.
"I want you like no other woman on any world..."

"And I want you just as bad," she breathed back honestly. Her juices coated
the head as she moved it through her gash. Moans and whimpers coming both
of their lips as she did. Anya suddenly felt a new warmth in her pussy and
figured it was a bit of pre-cum from Philip. "Put that big cock into me
lover... Give it all to me!" she said before planting her lips on his for
another deep kiss. Her hand moving his cock tip to her tight opening as she
did so.

"Nnnnnhhhh..." he groaned as his hips came down and forward, pushing his
thick member into her velvet sheath. Grabbing her shoulders, he strained to
thrust himself inside her. This was his moment of triumph, the success of
his dream of tracking this particular woman down. He barely contained
himself as he nearly came right there. Spewing a tiny bit of pre-cum into
the edges of her pussy, Philip nibbled on Anya's tongue to distract
himself.

Her eyes widened is disbelief at what she felt as he began to enter her.
The cries of pleasurable agony filled Philip's mouth and her own throat.
Anya's hand kept hold of his cock while she moved her legs as far apart as
she could without her heels leaving his legs. "S....s...so...BIG!" she
thought wildly as she felt the walls her pussy attempting to spread to take
him in.

Down a few inches, then back an inch, then down a few more inches; slowly,
with sweat now rolling down the sides of his face, Philip struggled to
break down the resistance of a tight Amazon pussy. "Yesss...I want to fuck
you sooo bad," he groaned. His eyes closed in concentration, Philip
muttered, "Fuck your brains out," as he sank his pole into Anya's dripping
sex.

Both of her hands grabbed hold of his ass to pull him into her. The Curse
was taking away her Amazon powers but have some others in reserve. Enough
to help her love get pass that incredible tightness that was in every
Amazon. There was an almost audible 'pop' as Philip sank to his hilt in
her. Her cry and his groan seemed to shake the glass of the greenhouse.

For many moments both of them were oblivious as to what was going on. The
blast of sensations had overwhelmed them both. When Anya regained her
senses, she saw Philip's violet eyes staring into hers. "Fuck my brains out
lover," she whispered with a smile and he proceeded to do that.

He pulled it almost entirely out her Anya's pussy, his hips arched high in
the air, before sinking back down onto her powerfully. His cock stroked the
length of her cunt, slamming it open this time and burying the knob of his
shaft somewhere under her belly. Only an Amazon's vagina could have taken
him all without pain. Only pleasure blasted into Anya unlike anything she
had experienced before. The manhood of Mayhem's son had been nearly
perfect, but Anya had been unwilling then. This time, with the young Amazon
willingly giving herself to this man, the feeling was heavenly. With her
eyes closed tightly, Anya gave into the hard fucking that Philip was giving
her. Her legs wound around his thighs while her hands raked up and down his
spine. If her nails had been longer, his back would've been in shreds. With
each of his thrusts, her hips pushed up to meet his in loud slaps of flesh.
Philip raised himself up on her arms to increase the angle of his cock.
Both of their bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat and juice squirted
from Anya's pussy.

Faster Philip went, sliding the thick length in and out of Anya, building
up the rising pressure within both of them. Like a pressure cooker with no
safety valve, his long, hard thrusts was only stoking the steaming flames
in them both. "Yes...yes.." he groaned, knowing that his release would fill
her with his seed. "Yes...fuck you..so hard...sis..." he whispered harshly
as his cock plowed into Anya.

The roaring of blood in her ears prevented Anya from hearing anything but
her own heartbeat. Her mouth was wide open in soundless cries of pleasure.
Each slap of his balls against her rounded ass brought her closer to a huge
climax. Anya didn't deny herself that pleasure either since they had all
night for many more moments of pleasure like this.

Faster and faster, Philip thrust his long cock in and out of Anya,
splitting her pussy wide each time. His thick member filled her completely,
stretching her as wide as she had ever been, regardless of Mayhem, son, or
previous encounters.

"This must be what it was to make love!" Anya thought wildly as her hips
moved up and down with his. The thick cock almost pulled her up from the
suction caused by her tightness. Her mother had whispered how good it could
be but Anya had never really believed it until now. She felt Philip's head
dip for a second to suckle hard on a nipple before claiming her lips again.
One of her hands reached down to caress his swaying balls and felt how hard
and full they were.

With a satisfied grunt of pleasure, Philip penetrated Anya as deeply as
possible and left the length of him deep within her sex. He laid atop her,
his hands gripped tightly on her shoulders. He did not move his hips, but
within her body, the young Amazon could feel his cock moving. Like a
writhing snake, the hard shaft rubbed against her inner walls, tickling
every part of her pussy unlike anything she could have ever experienced.

In her extreme lust, she never questioned just how his cock could seem to
be thrusting into her while his hips rested on her thighs. She just
continued to kiss Philip so hard that their lips almost bruised. Their
tongues battling for control while low growls came from each other's
throat. At the same time her pussy grabbed at and squeezed his cock with a
force that no ordinary woman could hope to do. Unlike with any of her other
lovers, Anya didn't hold anything back. Instinctively, she knew that Philip
could take the huge pressure being placed on his cock at the moment.

"Unnhh...unnhhh..." grunted Philip as his muscles began to tense. His teeth
gritted together as his balls rose against the flesh between Anya's soaked
thighs. The bed was soaked with her Amazon arousal, the scent mixing with
the flowers in the greenhouse. His hands were strong on her shoulders as he
arched back. "NNNghhhhhhhh!!" Philip roared as his cock exploded, sending
hot sheets of his cum into Anya's womb.

Feeling the hot jets filling her womb triggered Anya's own orgasm. Her
hands clenched at his ass while her hips lifted up towards him as she
arched her own back. "UUUUUUUUUUUUHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed as her
eyes rolled back into her head and she gave him a huge orgasm. Her juices
mixing with his seed and pooling in her belly since his cock acted like a
cork. Her body trembling and jerking with her pussy spasming around his
cock.

As his balls were emptied inside Anya's pussy, Philip glanced down at her
through lust-filled slits. His grin was feral, like that of an animal
finishing the hunt. His eyes, violet before, now seemed to almost glow of a
deep, leafy green.

Anya's eyes were closed as she gasped for air. Her hands were holding his
ass so that he stayed deep inside of her. The orgasm continued unabated as
she felt his cum filling her. "O...Oh....oh yesssssssssss!!" she
moaned/cried out. She tightened her legs around him to make sure he
couldn't get away from her!

Philip watched the expression on her face. He enjoyed every second, every
flicker of passion that went across that lovely visage. Deep inside her, he
wriggled his dick around inside her even as the thick, oozing cum from his
balls pumped his green seed into her.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn...." she sighed as her pussy pulsed around his cock,
seemingly in time with each time his cock fired another jet of seed into
her. Anya's face was one of extreme pleasure as she laid there with her
eyes closed and her hands clasped to his ass. She allowed the orgasm that
had started in her body to keep flowing. "Sooooo gooooooooddddd!"

Unbeknownst to the passion-crazed, orgasming Amazon, thick vines were
moving under the bed from the plant that hovered beside and over them along
the wall and ceiling of the greenhouse. It edged up around the top and
bottom of the bed, each vine like a snake ready to strike...

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Return of the Plant Master - Part 2


Finally their mutual orgasms slowed and stopped. Both
of them gasping from their exhertions. Philip stayed
braced on his arms over Anya while she trembled from
the intensity of what she had just felt. It had been
so long since she had cum that hard and it felt so
good... Her fingers traced up and down Philip's spine
while a contented smile played on her lips.

His eyes literally glowed, casting a pale greenish
color onto Anya's face.
"Yes," he whispered gutterally as he saw her face
awash in the color, "you
will join me, just like our mother joined my father
to create me. You will
be the mother of my children, who will rid the world
of all the horrors of
this so-called modern world."

She wasn't listening too hard so it took several
seconds for the words to penatrate her lust befuddled
brain. "What...what was that honey?" she sighed and
began to open her eyes. Anya realized that there was
some sort of light shining down on them. She could see
something through her closed eyes. "You're
dad...mother?" Anya said, struggling to understand
what her lover had just said as she opened her eyes.

His cock really did wriggle inside Anya, like a
living tentacle of flesh.
Philip was using his arms to prop himself on top of
Anya, but below his
arms, like a new set of limbs, a set of bulbous
protrusions started to
form. They grew, the color like green tinged flesh,
into a set of
tentacle-like arms that slithered towards Anya's
waist.

The image was blurry but a few blinks of her violet
eyes cleared the image. "What the fuck!?" Anya gasped.
Both from shock and from feeling his cock moving in
her. The wide head pressing against her cervex while
the rest wriggled like a live snake so deep in her
belly. Instinctivly she tried to force Philip off of
her but the orgasms had weaken her strength to that of
a normal girl. It was only because of her father's
heritage that she wasn't as weak as a babe.

Suddenly Philip's words made sense to her. Her mother
had never told her much about what had happen during
one of her adventures but Anya knew a bit of it.
"Y...you're my....brother???" she gasped, eyes wide open.

Philip's green eyes glowed of glee. "Yes, sister. I
don't know your name,
but I sensed your presence in the city as soon as
you arrived. I have
avoided that blonde bitch and the other Amazons that
wear my mother's title
all these years, hoping to find my dear sister." He
opened his mouth and
licked her cheek...from six inches away. His tongue,
formerly pink, was now
a wan green color. It stretched out of his mouth and
ran along side her cheek.

Anya's head jerked away from his tongue but it
followed whereever she moved to leave a greenish slime
on her cheek. She struggled to get free but Philip's
body seemed to weigh a ton and those tenticles began
to wrap around her waist to hold it close to him.
"Yeah..." Anya grunted as she strained. "Glad
for...the family...reunion. Now...let me...GO!!!"

Deep inside Anya, his cock rolled around her pussy
like a snake, rubbing
against her inner walls as if to drive her insane.
Suddenly, vines came out
from under the bed. Quickly the lashed around her
wrists and spiraled down
her forearms to the elbow. Too weak from the Amazon
Curse that had robbed
her of her Amazon power, her arms were pulled down
below the level of the
bed and yanked under. Another group of vines lashed
around her sweaty
ankles as well, pulling them to the sides and over
the edge of the bed. Her
legs were spread very wide and trapped partially
under the bed, which only
gave Philip better access to her womanhood.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Anya groaned as it felt like her arms and
legs were being pulled out of their sockets. The vines
were like iron cables and she would've had problems
breaking them even at full power. Anya did try though
and as she did, her body arched to force her breasts
up even higher then what her bonds made them go. Her
body shivered not just from her struggles but also
from the arrousal from Philip's cock. It felt like one
of those vines as it moved within her but Anya knew
what it really was. "Damn!" she thought. "This could
be fun if it wasn't so disgusting!"

He reached up to touch Anya's cheeks. The touch was
gentle for a moment,
but seeing the anger in her face, he instead grabbed
her dark, damp hair
just behind her temples and pulled it roughly to
keep her looking up at
him. "Don't you see, dear sister? You and I are
going to complete my
father's work. I will never see my mother again, or
so that last Ultra
Woman said after I raped her and bound her in that
lasso of hers."

Her eyes widened a little more at hearing this new
revelation. Not about the previous Champion being
raped, that was a hazard of the job, but that he knew
about her...their mother. "You don't know nothing!"
she spat. "And don't you dare say anything about MY
mother! She wouldn't want a _thing_ like you to be her
offspring!" There was one thing that could help clear
the fog of lust from her mind and that was defending
her mother.

He grinned at Anya's reaction. "Yes, I trapped her
here just like you. My
children and I raped her until she was nothing but a
moaning bag of
disgusting flesh. Then I questioned her about my
mother and you, dear
sister. She told me everything, that you were a
hated outcast."

Without realizing it, Anya turned her head slightly in
shame at hearing those words. She had never gotten
over the teasing the other girls had done to her as
she had grown up. It wasn't her fault that her father
had been a vampire... The teasing had turned to hatred
when she had accidently tasted the blood of one of her
sisters during a moment of passion. The girl had
recovered fully but after that incident, no one ever
looked at her the same. The only person after that who
would give her the blood that craved was her mother.

With that, his green eyes dulled then closed. He
arched his back and
painfully pressed Anya's hair down into the bed. His
balls rose against her
ass cheeks while the sinuous snake-dick inside her
began to vibrate intensely.

The sensations blew Anya back to reality from the past
memories she had been having. Her eyes rolled back
into her head as her brother's cock pressed into her
womb to pass the vibrations on to it as well. The
surface of her stomach was showing the signs of what
he was doing inside her. At the same time, she could
feel his balls filling up with even more of his evil
cum.

"You...you..." Philip gasped harshly, "you will do
like Mother...you...you
will give birth to the new race that will destroy
humanity," he proclaimed,
his voice rising in pitch and need with each word.
"You will give birth to
the race that will Rule THe WORLD! AAAAAGHHHH!!!"

"I should've robbed the place instead..." she thought
as she came again when Philip blasted another load of
his seed into her. Her thoughts ended when her voice
turned to a scream. Her brother's lips fastened on to
a nipple and he SUCKED on it until a thin trickle of
Amazon milk flowed into his mouth. That seemed to
stimulate Philip more because Anya couldn't feel the
blasts of his cum ending....

Amazon milk was one of the rarest things in the world, since it was only
created by a penetrated, pregnant, or motherly Amazon, all three of which
were few and far between. In the ancient world it had been a mystic item,
and more than one Amazon that had ventured into the outer world had been
captured and enslaved for the healing, aphrodisiacal qualities of Amazon
milk.
>
What it did to Philip was turn the slithering tentacle that was his cock
into a rigid pole of steel that nearly lifted Anya's ass off the bed. The
length of the hard shaft vibrated like a tuning fork as her stepbrother
lustily sucked and nibbled on her nipple, teasing every last drop of the
precious fluid from her.

Her body rose off the bed and lifted him along with her as she had one
continuous orgasm. Any rational thought in her mind had been overwhelmed
byt the sheer power of what Philip was doing to her. The one part of her
body that seemed to still be at full strength was the walls of her
pussy. The clamped down on his cock with a forde that could almost bend
metal. If Anya's eyes had been opened, they would have glowed a faint
red as she lost control of her vampirc side for a moment.

Unable to move his hips from the almost overwhelming pleasure that every
touch of her pussy against his cock gave him, Philip held himself deeply
inside Anya. His cum was finally slowing down, but the thick, pale green
ichor oozed out the end of his shaft and stained the bed.

Anya's belly almost bulged from the amount of cum that he had forced
into her. Some of her own juices leaked out to join his in staining the
bed. When Philip had drained the last of her milk, she hung limp in the
gasp of the tenticles around her waist. Her head rolled as she faded
into oblivian....

Philip collapsed on top of the beautiful, flushed
Amazon girl. Breathing
heavily, his balls finally hanging damply between
Anya's spread, glistening
thighs, he could only lay there gasping for air. She
had been just as
incredible as he had imagined.

He may have had his father's plant abilities but
Philip was still partly human. Even if the human part
was Amazonian in makeup. He could take on just about
anybody in a fight however lovemaking did weakening
him slightly. The Curse of Troy didn't work as it did
with woman in making him as weak as a baby but he did
feel noticably tired. A slight drawback to having a
mother who was an Amazon his father had determined.

"Wonder if she's pregnant," he thought aloud between
gasps. Putting one
hand on her breast and the other on the bed, he
pushed himself upright.
Pulling his flaccid manhood from her pussy caused
trapped fluids to gush
out and stain the bedding all the more.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnn...." Anya sighed from feeling both his
hand and cock moving in her. Her breast was firm
enough that it supported Philip's hand even with his
weight on it. The feeling made his cock throb against
Anya slightly which caused both of them to gasp. He
nearly lowered himself back to the bed to lay against
her but his willpower held out.

"Take her, my children," he said in a harsh, husky
tone as he stood up from
the bed. From the ceiling more of the vines wiggled
down. As the leafy
vines under the bed released the unconscious young
woman, the ceiling vines
took her up.

As the pressure of the vines around her limbs loosened
part of her mind told her that she could escape. She
wasn't listening to that part however. At the moment
Anya's dreams were filled with ones where she and
Philip were making wild love again but this time, he
wasn't partly plant.

They slithered and rubbed around her waist, her
chest, even between and
around her sensitive breasts. Others took up her
long legs and arms. Lifted
into the air by the vines, the intelligent plants
seemed to move her along
the plant covered ceiling of the greenhouse. Some
would reach out to take a
body part, while others would release her. In this
way Anya was moved.
>
When she reached the apex of the ceiling, she was
nearly entombed by vines
that held her spread eagled and facing towards the
floor. Dark hair, damp
with her sweat, dangled down around her face towards
the floor.

The vines stayed away from the most sensitive areas of
her body such as her nipples and pussy. That didn't
mean much though since her whole body felt like one
big nerve ending. The room was filled with the sounds
of Anya's deep breathing and the steady dripping of
Amazon honey that leaked from her. The slight swelling
of her belly from the huge amount of Philip's cum
disappeared as it leaked from her or was absorbed into
her body. That caused a faint, greenish twinge in the
area aroundher womb.

As she slowly began to recover from the powerful
twin orgasms that had
wracked her Amazon body, Philip sat down in a metal
chair and gazed up at
her. Vines, varying in thickness, were twisted
around her, from her ankles
which were four feet apart, up her calves and
thighs, across her waist but
oddly leaving her vagina and ass uncovered. They
then crisscrossed her
belly and many formed an X between her breasts, then
around her neck and up
her arms to her wrists.

Anya's eyes slowly opened to find that she was still
in the middle of a nightmare. "Oh hell...." she
whispered with a voice horse from her earlier screams.
Her brother sat naked in the chair below so that she
could see his cock laying limp across his thighs.
Without wanting it, she felt her pussy begin to grow
warm again.

Philip leaned back in the chair and smiled wearily
at the trapped Amazon.
He held up a glass of water in a toast to her.
"Hello again, dear sister.
It seems that even the best laid plans, pun
unintended," he said, pausing
with a faint smirk that showed that the pun was very
much intended, "can go
awry. I did a quick test on the fluids you dripped
onto the floor." He
gave a faint gesture at a patch of dampness on the
concrete floor, right
under Anya's lower body.

The odor of it reached her nostrals as did the larger
wet spot on the bed they had shared. "Let me guess
what he was testing for..." she thought with a twinge
of fear running through her body. Anya knew what his
father had wanted from their mother and what he wanted
from her. A sense of relief was felt at his next
words.

"It seems that you aren't pregnant just yet. Father
said he had trouble
impregnating our mother, and had to use one of his
children to do that." He
took a sip of his water. "I'm disappointed by that,
but I will keep trying
until I get it right!" he said with a quick, devious
laugh.

"Yummm...." she thought for moment as she pictured
themselves fucking as hard as had before. Anya quickly
tried to dismiss those images with a shake of her head
but she couldn't. She couldn't shake her head from the
the vines holding her hair back. Nor could she get rid
of the images of them together. Their bodies and lusts
seemed to be a match for each other...

"Sooner or later I'll fuck you hard enough to get
your pregnant. You see, I
have to first impregnate you, then I can mechanize
the process. After the
first one, I can put you into one of my plants which
will leave you
unconscious, but allow your body to replicate our
children at a rate of one
a month. Isn't that a wonderful idea, dear sister,"
he said, almost
sneering at the word 'dear'.

Anya cringed at the thought of being a 'baby machine'
because she knew Philip could make it happen
eventually. That meant that she had to get out of this
place and soon. Before he was able to impregnate her
with his child. A child of a plant-Amazon and a
vampire-Amazon would not be good she knew.

"You will keep having our children until your Amazon
body gives out. By
that time I'll have enough children of my own to
take over this damned city."

Only a few movements of her muscles showed the
struggles that Anya was making. The vines held her
firmly in place as she knew they would. "You'll never
get away with this," she said and regreted the words
as soon as she said them. They made her sound way too
much like that dorky Ultra Woman.

He gave her another toast with his glass of water.
"For now, I need to run
some errands, but in the morning I will be back to
fuck you again and see
if you'll take my seed." He gulped down the water
and stood up. "Until
then, I'll see that you are kept entertained."

"No...you don't need to be that kind," she replied as
he found his clothes and put them on. "I can just hang
around until I beat you into a salad!"

Philip grinned as he walked towards the door. He
patted a thick vine by the
door that led up to the leafy flora of the ceiling.
"Enjoy her, children."

"Uh oh..." she said as the vine throbbed in response.
The rest of them around her began to move as well. The
first began to squeeze her breasts while others moved
towards her vulnerable pussy.

As the more narrow vines began to twist and pull at
Anya's soft
breasts, a
terrifyingly thick vine, rippled and leafless,
snaked it's way through
the
leafy vegetation of the ceiling canopy.

"Uuuhhhhh....stoppppp....that!!" she grunted as she
struggled in vain. The only response was that the
vines tightened themselves even more so that her weak
strength couldn't move herself. Her ears heard a
brushing of something moving through the leaves but
she still couldn't see what it was. Anything making
that kind of noise, worried her greatly.

The other vines kept Anya almost motionless except
for the long strands
of
dark hair that draped down over her face and the
soft, malleable flesh
of
her breasts. The vines twisted around her tits
molded them, pulling
them
this way and that across her glistening chest.

Small leaves brushed back and forth across her nipples
until they were as hard and as large as ripe cherries.
If she could, Anya would've shook her head back and
forth but she was unable to. All she could do was fill
the air around her with loud moans of denial.
Suddenly, the leaves parted enough so that she could
see the new vine. "Noooooo...." she cried when she
realized what it was.

The thicker vine was a darker, mottled green. Ridged
like a root, but
with
a more leathery than wood-like appearance, it angled
downwards about
two
feet, then curled back up. The point was rounded,
but as Anya watched
it in
horror, the end of it opened up, and a lighter, pale
green proboscis
pushed
out about two inches.

A fresh coat of sweat covered Anya's body from her
frantic struggles. It was a testiment to her depleted
reseviors of strength that the vines holding her
creaked from her efforts. They held her firmly thought
while the new vine brushed down her trembling body.
Soft brushs by the small leaves continued all over
Anya's body to leave her over sensitive to any touch.
Her terror filled eyes remained locked on that new
horror that had revelaed itself.

It looked frighteningly like a man's penis, if not
for the greenish
pallor
or the lack of a man's body. It slithered up the
inside of her upper
thigh
before the tip, like leather velvet, touched between
the puffy, cracked
slit of her sex.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cried as the plant-cock was covered
in a fresh gush of her honey. Her violet eyes nearly
bulged out of her head before being covered by the
lids. The tip of the vine stroked up and down the slit
like it was tormenting her with the sensations it was
creating. Of course that was impossible since it was
just a plant! Anya's toes curled and she gave a great
moan when it brushed against her enlarged clit.

Suddenly the vines tightened their grip on the young
Amazon. Extra
vines
slipped around Anya, so all-enveloping that she
could barely move. They
pulled her tight, as if preparing her for what came
next.

The vines felt as soft of silk but they had a strength
of steel. Each of them throbbed with a different
rhythum slightly against her and absorbed the sweat
from her skin. It felt like her whole body was being
massage at the same time. It was nearly overwhelming
by itself to Anya. What happened next threaten to
drive her over the edge.

The vine between her legs backed up about an inch,
then, with all the
power
it could muster, it drove into Anya's pussy like a
stake being driven
into
a vampire's heart. In an instant, the rippled,
leathery vine penetrated
Anya, splitting her wide open in a wet, violent
instant.

Her lips opened to scream but no sound came out. What
she felt went far beyond mear words. The vine had
forced its way in farther and faster then any man ever
had so that it lay deep in her womb. Its slightly
wiggling pushed its way even further as her stomach
bulged again. At last Anya was able to form some sort
of sound to show how she felt at this second.....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she _screamed_.

Her lips opened to scream but no sound came out.
What
she felt went far beyond mear words. The vine had
forced its way in farther and faster then any man
ever
had so that it lay deep in her womb. Its slightly
wiggling pushed its way even further as her stomach
bulged again. At last Anya was able to form some
sort
of sound to show how she felt at this second.....
>
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she
_screamed_.
>
Philip never looked back at the wailing young Amazon
trapped in the ceiling foliage, but he could not
help
but smile at the wonderful sound. Soon his sister of
a
different father would begin fathering his own
mutated, plant-like children. Anya would give birth
to these children at a rate of two a month. Within a
year he would have twenty-four creatures at his beck
and call, each of them a hybrid of Amazon power and
his own fantastic, plant-mutated powers. With two of
these creatures for every one hero or heroine in the
city, and the police hopeless against them, he could
control Megapolis. Then he would destroy it, to
return
it to his true brethren, the plants.
>
When Philip reached the door and opened it, he
paused
and looked back. From here all he could see was the
writhing plants, the thickest one moving up and down
into the viney canopy of the ceiling. Also he could
see long, dark black hair, dripping with sweat and
shaking to the sounds of the oversexed wails of his
prisoner. "Have a good night, little sister," he
said
with a tip of an imaginary cap, then headed out into
the night.
>
The velvety yet leathery vine vibrated madly as it
twisted and rolled its thickness within the length
of
Anya's sex. Back and forth it thrust, pounding into
her. Along the curved length, which bent two feet
towards the floor then back up to the main plant
stalk
in the ceiling, rolled the heavy fluids that seeped
from Anya's dripping pussy. The fluids stopped at
the
lowest point of the vine then dripped down onto the
concrete floor below.

Each time the vine worked its way into her it seemed
to make Anya orgasm again. As it moved, it seemed to
be trying to widen her tight vagina but her Amazon
muscles resisted it. Which in turn proceeded to drive
her wild in pleasure. Small vines dropped from the
mass to soak up the puddle of juices on the floor. As
with her mother, the vines seemed to enjoy the
perfumed juice of Amazon lust.

With quick, rough thrusts that squished into the
helplessly cumming Anya, the vine rubbed its
slippery,
mottled self against the inner walls of Anya's
velvet
sheath. Faster and faster it moved, as it began to
vibrate like a firehose that had just filled with
water.

"Nggggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!!!" she screamed again as a
huge orgasm rolled over her body again. This one made
the others look tiny in comparison. By this time
Anya's mind had been reduced to one that felt nothing
but lust and pleasure.

For hours it seemed that the vines brought her to
orgasm after orgasm. Not trying to break her will but
to leave her weak and helpless so their master could
breed with her later on. Even after all the orgasms,
Anya's muscles weren't slack but tight and firm. The
'massaging' from the vines holding was the reason for
that.

The other plants groped and squeezed Anya's body,
keeping her thrashing, luscious body trapped amongst
the dense foliage of the ceiling. Only her hair
draped
down over her face, as another vine moved between
her
back and the glass and steel-framed ceiling.

It touch a few of the small areas the other vines
hadn't covered. The smooth touch made her jump as best
she could. Its tip caressing her buttocks and tracing
the crack between them for many minutes. Anya could
feel it but with all the other things happening, she
couldn't help but to ignore it.

Unable to see the vine, Anya had no idea what one
more
slithering vine meant until she felt a new one of
those leather/velvet proboscis push between her
well-formed ass cheeks. With a suddenness to match
the
violence of the thrust into her pussy, it's smaller
twin drove into her rear like a railroad spike
hitting
a tie.

Before Anya could scream another vine forced its way
into her mouth and down her throat. The sound was
muffled in her throat as the two other vines started
to throb in sync with each other. The thin membrane
was no defense to having it feel like there was one
big vine inside of her.

All the vines began to move together so the throbs
started at her feet and rolled up her body. The ones
around her breasts moved up and made the heavy flesh
bulge until it felt like it would explode. Anya's
cries were silenced from the vine wiggling in her
mouth.

The two vines that were forcing Anya's hips to widen
vibrated and rolled
inside her channels. Both had unloaded a thick,
viscuous green liquid that
had somehow activated the Amazon Curse that ripped
heavy orgasms through
Anya's mind and body. She couldn't wonder why plants
had activated
something that only a male orgasm could have
triggered; she could barely
think at all after the savage pleasure that had
turned the valiant,
strong-minded young Amazon into a shivering,
orgasmic being.

She could feel the vines pulsating as the liquid
flowed throw them and into her. The coolness of it
made Anya shiver even more then she was as she came.
The fluid not only helped to extend her orgasms but it
also prepared her womb for Philip's seeding of her
later on. It was just like how their mother had the
'egg' placed in her body to make it possible. Philip
had refined the process much better then the crude way
of his father.

The vines kept at her, mercilessly penetrating. When
she could almost
became acclimated to the way the leathery vines
rubbed against her
sensitive inner walls, both retracted suddenly. As
the thick green slime
and her own juices rolled onto her belly then
dripped to the floor, another
pair of vines ruthlessly drove into her pussy and
ass.

The grip of the vines relaxed for an instant so that
Anya's hips rocked forwards as they entered her. The
fluids made it easier for them to slide in but
incredibly, her body was still as tight as before.
While most women would be so loose that a Mack truck
could be driven into them, with Anya they had to shove
a little. Which helped to bring off another small
orgasm in her battered body.

These started up a new series of thrusts and twists,
only they were much
softer, but dimpled with tiny lumps that had a whole
different feel to
them. The vine in her mouth vibrated, then it took
squirted green into the
heroine. This had a sour-sweet taste to it, like a
green apple or a sour
orange. Unable to expel it, the semi-conscious Anya
had no choice but to
gulp it down.

Some of the fluid leaked from the corners of but with
all of the vine crammed in her mouth, most of it
stayed in her stomach. It gave her heady feeling that
along with the orgasms, proceeded to drive her into
unconciousness. Even as her eyes drooped closed, the
vines kept working at her body to pull every ounce of
pleasure from her.

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Return of the Plant Master - Part 3



A figure watched from the roof of the apartment
building. Crouched down on
one knee, the man peered at the small business
across the street. The brick
building in the front was plainly visible from the
streetlights, but he
could barely make out the greenhouses and
outbuilding in the darkness
behind it.
>
He had seen the suspect take a young woman into the
greenhouse, but he had
left an hour later without her. It had been
peculiar; besides, the reason
he was here was because of a string of
disappearances whose trails had
grown cold in this area of the city.
>
He had waited another two hours, but by four in the
morning, he had lost
patience. The suspect had not returned, and probably
would not return until
the nursery business opened later in the morning.
Silently he left the roof
and moved quietly down the three balconies to the
ground below. His costume
of midnight blue had a pair of red and white stripes
that crisscrossed his
chest and a single, light absorbing white star in
the center of his chest.
Many pouches and slots marked the polyvinyl suit,
each one containing
something he might use on his somewhat
self-appointed duties.
>
His name was Alexander to his family, but to the
citizens
of Megapolis, he was
called Captain Liberty. It wasn't the heroic name he
might have chosen, but
being his son of a superhero and superheroine, it
had been fated that he
would take on the role his father had made famous.
>
Crossing the street a half-block down, where the
glow of the street lights
was muted by trees, Captain Liberty disappeared into
the neighboring
buildings of the suburban neighborhood. In a few
minutes, he had leaped the
fence to the rear of the nursery.
>
A tiny lockpick and a security transducer got him
into the back door of the
greenhouse. It was dark, but the mask over his eyes
was of the most
advanced nightvision material available. Even then,
the green aura it
produced to allow him to see at night was eerie in a
plant-filled greenhouse.
>
He walked carefully down the center of the
greenhouse, looking for any
traps, or signs of the girl that had entered the
place with the owner those
hours ago.
>
There was nothing. The place was deathly silent.
When he caught sight of
the bed, he moved down the center aisle parallel to
it. Captain Liberty
could see that it had been used and left unmade, and
could see the stains.
But the girl was nowhere to be seen.
>
Suddenly he felt something on his shoulder. Calmly
he put his hand to the
drop of liquid that had spattered and rolled off the
resistant material of
his costume. Putting a finger to it, he brought his
finger back to peer at
the drop. It was a thick, green fluid.
>
He saw another drop coming down, and looked up to
the ceiling. "Oh my
god..." he mumbled as he saw the cocooned brunette,
trapped and penetrated,
followed by the dozen vines that snaked down towards
him....

After she had slipped into unconciousness, the vines
had kept working on Anya. After a while though, they
had slowed from their frantic pace to a more slower
one. Enough to keep her tamed and unconcious but not
enough to harm her body. Philip wanted her body
tenderized but not beaten up. Uncounted orgasms had
been forced from her body so that now Anya was as weak
as any of her sisters would be. The vines supporting
her and caressing every bit of her body. Even the
areas between her fingers and toes.

The new Captain Liberty could barely believe his eyes. As the first vine
wrapped around his neck, he overcame the amazement of seeing a beautiful
young woman trapped and raped by a sea of vines in the overhang of the
ceiling.

Even as he watched it seemed as if the vines were trying to hide her
from him. They drew Anya's body deeper into their mass, making it harder
for him to see. The look on her face was one of a person experiencing
pleasures undreamed of by anybody and also ones that no one should feel
because of the sheer amount of them.

"Shit!" he exclaimed as the vine tightened around his neck. More were
coming down at Cap, even as the vines around the brunette kept slipping
gently along the inner walls of her sex. He couldn't believe she was being
raped by a vine, but he had more important things to worry about at the
moment; like breathing.

A drop or two of the liquid coming from her pussy landed on his face. It
rolled down until it touched his lips. The sweet taste was like nothign
that he had ever lasted before in his life.

Another vine went around his right hand, but Cap quickly snatched a curved
blade from one of his belt pouches. With a snap of his wrist, the blade
snapped into place. With a deft cut, the slices away the vine around his
neck.
>
More were coming down at him. Two more wrapped around his chest, while
another moved around his waist. Swarming like a dozen hands, the green
vines came at Captain Liberty in a rush. They slithered across his broad
chest and worked down his left arm. Pieces of sliced vines hit the floor,
but the arm was slowly being brought under control as he was lifted into
the air. Without leverage, he was slowly being trapped within the vines.

Some of the vines released tehmselves from Anya so that they could do
battle with the man. Enough stayed around her to hold her unconcious
body up towards the ceiling. The two most important ones, the ones in
her ass and pussy, kept at work in her all the time. Moving slowly and
drawing another small orgasm from Anya even as Captain Liberty battled
with the vines.

Things were getting desperate. He couldn't hope to cut all the vines that
were trapping him. Instead, the quick thinking hero followed the vines as
he struggle to keep a grip on the blade. Captain Liberty tracked most of
the vines to a main stalk that was growing over by the front door, the one
Philip had left out of hours ago.
>
"One chance," he thought. With a snap of his wrist, the blade whizzed
across the greenhouse in a spinning circle of flashing steel. Powered by
his modestly enhanced strength and the micron-sharp blade of the
ubersteel,
the stalk was neatly sliced in half.

The leathery vines inside of her tried to leap forward but were
restrained by Anya's flesh. That made her cried from behind the viney
gag in her mouth. The plant bonds holding began to move in ways they
hadn't before. If it wasn't for the fact they were losing strength Anya
could've been ripped in two!

The vines spasmed. Cap was slammed into the ground, his head bouncing off
the hard concrete. The vines released him and flailed wildly, some
smashing
and whipping at him, others merely grasping at air. For thirty seconds,
while the hero struggled to remain conscious after striking the hard
floor,
the vines writhed and died.
>
"Shit that hurt..." Cap muttered as the vines drooped. His vision cleared
just in time to bring up his arms to cushion the falling girl atop his
body...

The vines had sagged enough before they let her go to make the drop a
short one. A few still wrapped themselves around Anya's body but most
had fallen away. Only the one up her ass still lay within her wriggling
in its death throes. A mixture of Anya's juices and plant seed stained
Liberty's uniform as it rolled from her pussy. Some of the green mixture
also came from her mouth as her head rested on his chest. Her long hair
covering his upper torso.

Liberty shook his head and pulled the wild strands of dark, damp hair from
his face. Still slightly dazed from the impact of the back of his head on
the concrete floor, the hero gently pushed the unknown girl off him.
Pulling out another of his curved knives, he slashed the vine in Anya's
backside and jerked it out and aside.

A soft cry came from Anya's lips as that last vine was pulled from her
ass. She rolled over on to her front so that the hero could see that she
was unconicous. Her skin fairly glowed from the amount of orgasms that
she had been forced to have.

From the back of the greenhouse, another of the monster plants began
slithering vines across the ceiling canopy towards the hero. "Time to get
the hell out of here," he growled under his breath. The girl was
unconscious, but Liberty didn't see any obvious injuries. He had no
choice.
He quickly kneeled down and picked the brunette up and tosses her over his
shoulder. Gripping her ass tightly, curved knife still in his other hand,
he backed towards the front door.

The front of his uniform quickly became stained from the honey and plant
cum that flowed out of her pussy. The pressure of his shoulder against
her belly helped to expell it from her. Anya's head was covered by her
hair that flowed down his back while her hands rested against his hard
ass.

Kicking it open with his boot, Liberty backed away from the greenhouse,
girl in tow. His slashed at a pair of vines that attempted to slither
towards him, but when their tips hit the damp grass and the rest hit the
cool, winter night, the remaining vines writhed back into the warm
greenhouse.

The cool air hitting her nacked body made her gasp even in her
unconcious state. Anya's skin turned into one big goosepimple while she
tried to curled up against Liberty's body. Being held over his shoulder
prevented that from happening however. She just bounced against him as
he staggered forwards.

He was struggling to remain conscious as the hero placed his charge in the
back of his van. On the outside the van was a plain white, nothing more
than some usual delivery or personal van. The interior, however, was a
cornucopia of advanced engineering and computing. Closing the doors behind
him, Liberty placed Anya on a fold-down cot along one side. Attacking soft
pads to various parts of the naked girl's body, he let the computer
analyze
while he stumbled to the driver's seat. Opaque windows made it look as if
simple reflections kept them from discerning the driver; most would have
been stunned to see the masked Captain Liberty behind the wheel.

The sensors along her body could tell that her skin was slightly
chilled. In response, the computer turned on heating elements hidden
within the cot. "Mmmmmmmm..." she sighed as she finally began to get
warmed up. Anya curled up in a fetal position and rested her head on her
hands and she continued to sleep.

"Computer, get me home," Liberty groaned as he reclined in his seat. As
the
van's computer drove him safely away, the hero slumped back in the seat,
unconscious from the concussion.

Both of them slept as the vehicle successfully negotiated the traffic
with nary an incident. The inside of the van took on a slight perfumed
smell from the remains of Anya's honey that was coated on Liberty's
uniform and her thighs.

"Damn," Liberty groaned as he put a hand to the back of his head. Glancing
out the one-way windows of his va, he could see he was back in the
underground hideout from which he worked. Glancing back, he could see the
young girl was still unconscious. "Computer, status of subject."
>
The computer, in a droll, male voice, stated: "Subject sleeping, REM
activity almost non-existent, no physical trauma other than high levels
of..."
>
"Enough," Liberty told the computer as it started to rattle off chemicals
of which he knew little. "When will she wake up?"
>
"Estimate time to consciousness: four hours, eleven minutes."
>
He opened the door and stumbled out. First thing he did was pull his mask
back away from his head and feel at the lump on the back of his head. He
felt around in trimmed blonde hair at the back of his skull. He brought
his
fingers back before his face. "Hm, no blood," he grunted.
>
Soon Captain Liberty was carrying the unknown, sleeping girl into his
sauna. After using the warm steam to soften up the fluids that stained her
perfect flesh, he washed her clean. Without drying Anya, he next carried
her to his medlab.

Even though he avoided certain areas of her body out of modesty, his
soft touch sent sensations to her slowly recovering brain. Not enough to
stimulate her pleasure receptors, which after the vines were about numb,
but enough begin to awaken her from her slumber. Almost instinctivly,
Anya's mind went into a trace like mode that would eventually help her
mind recover from the trauma. Since the computer had never seen an
Amazon mind with the kind of training Anya it didn't alert Liberty that
anything had changed.

He placed her onto a clean bed and covered her with a sheet and blanket.
Tapping in some commands to the medlab computer so it could monitor the
sleeping girl, Liberty used a gloved finger to pull away a wandering black
lock of hair from Anya's face. She was beautiful, there was no doubt.
Perfect in fact, thought Liberty.

If he had been looking closer, he would've seen one of her hands move
slightly upwards. Trying to reach his hand before it moved away. It had
come to a rest on her stomach before Liberty covered her naked body with
a soft blanket.

"Time for a shower," he muttered to himself, "probably a cold one."
>
Shedding his costume to the floor, knowing that this supposedly normal
girl
wouldn't wake up for another three hours, Liberty stripped to nothing. His
body was tall and lean, like a professional swimmer. He stepped out of the
medlab and into his own private quarters next to it. "Yeah, a hot shower
would be better," he said. Steam soon filled his room as he stepped into
the shower.

Traces of steam drifted into the other room from cracks in doors that
hadn't been closed tightly. Anya's sensitive nose wrinkled as she
smelled the unmistakable odor of soap and shampoo. Also that of human
flesh... Flesh that was well filled with tasty blood. Her eyes fluttered
open but instead of the normal violet color, there was a tinge of red in
it. In her weakened state, Anya's vampire side had taken some control of
her actions.

She slid from the bed and attempted to stand up but almost collapsed
from being so weak. Bracing herself against the wall, Anya made her way
across the room almost like she was sleepwalking. As the sound of the
water turned off, she found herself standing in the doorway to the other
room. "Hungry...." she whsipered.

Naked, with his blonde hair darkened with water, the
new Captain Liberty
stepped from his shower. Taking a plain white towel
from a steamy glass
shelf, he started to dry his lean, toned body. He
had a couple of small
bruises, one on his thigh from a bullet that had
bounced off his
polymercarbonic flexsuit. The other was on the back
of his left shoulder, a
reminder of his evening's battle.
>
His mind wandered back to the scene at the
greenhouse. Gabriel - that was
his given name - still had mental pictures of that
girl trapped and raped
by those plants. It had been unlike anything he had
ever seen. While
rubbing the water from his arms, he thought about
getting on the computer
to see who, or what, could have been behind those
animated plants.

Anya stood there in the doorway and watched the blond
man dry himself off. He wasn't as muscular as Mayhem's
son nor was his cock as huge as Philip's but he was
nice in his own right. Her sensitive nose took in his
man scent and that made Anya feel a little warmer
inside. Her new feelings were enough to made the red
glow fade from her eyes but not reduce the hunger she
felt.

Just as he was getting the towel to dry off his
groin and genitals, the
young brunette walked into the bathroom. Gabriel
wasn't as tough and
impertubable as his father, the old Captain Liberty,
just yet. He wasn't
quite as unflappable and calm as his mother, who had
first been an Ultra
Woman and later Lady Liberty. He was definitely not
like his godmother and
namesake, the Amazon counsellor named Gabrielle. He
was a bit of both of
his parents, but not yet with the experience both
had earned in their
heroic careers.

They both stared at each other without saying a word
for many moments. However it was obvious that they
were turning the other on. From how Gabriel's cock
began to thicken and grow longer and how the odor of
Anya's pussy filled the room.

Gabriel definitely wasn't ready for the sight of
this naked, unbelievably
beautiful young woman gazing at him with undisguised
lust. There was a
strange, glassy quality to her violet eyes, but that
was brushed aside by
the young hero as the way her nipple were hard and
high on her full, high
breasts. The way her scent seemed to fill the room
was almost an
intoxicant. Perhaps, he thought for a moment, she
was aroused by some kind
of hero worship. A tiny grin flickered across his
face. 'Now this is the
way I can be thanked all the time,' he thought to
himself.

Finally rousing herself from inaction, Anya slowly
made her way across the tile floor until she stood on
the rug Gabriel was on. "I'm hungry," she whispered as
one of her hands brushed the side of his neck. "So
very hungry...." Anya began to lean in to place her
lips on his neck so she could satisfy her thirst...

At first Gabriel thought about offering her a sandwich, but the scent of
her arousal was unmistakable. His manhood was getting harder with every
second as she stepped up next to him. As it touched her hot thigh, it
jerked in reaction. He gave a gasp as her breasts compressed against his
chest.

She gasped as well as her over sensitive nipples dug ever so slightly
into his body. Her hands winding around his back to hold him firmly to
her while she began to lick the side of his neck. Anay's tongue tasting
the salt and soap on his skin while feeling for the throbbing of the
artery that was hidden near there. She had to stand on tip toes but she
didn't mind that a bit.

"Yeah," he sighed as he followed her lead. The tall, blonde leaned down to
kiss on Anya's neck as his lean arms wrapped around her lithe body. His
lips suckled on Anya's warm neck as his body, still steaming from the
shower, pressed tightly again her as he held her tight. His cock pressed
against her belly, bent slightly to the side, as it grew harder with each
passing second.

If Gabriel could've seen her face, he might have been surprised a little
by how it changed. There was an almost 'cat like' look to it that
happened when she was about to feed on somebody. "Mmmmmmmmm..." Anya
hummed as she licked the spot above his artery. The throbbing feel of it
and his cock were driving her quite wild in need and lust. One of her
hands moved up to the back of Gabriel's neck to hold it while her mouth
opened wide. A pair of sharp incisor teeth protruding....

The young hero was almost ready to blow right there. His stuffy parents
had
warned him to be careful, not to sleep around. Father, the original
Captain
Liberty, had said that only made one vulnerable. So far Gabriel had done
what his father had ordered, but this girl in his arms was just
unbelievable. Everything, from the incredible body to the scent of her
arousal that flooded his senses. He wasn't sure he could have resisted her
if he had wanted to; which he didn't right now.

Anya's mouth fastened itself against the side of his neck with her teeth
just above the skin. She held back though and didn't really know why.
This boy was certainly a good target and the scent of his blood was very
strong compared to most others. All Anya could do was keep her mouth
pressed against him while her tongue licked at the skin. Her free hand
also caressed Gabriel's strong back, down to this lean buttocks.

"Mmm, now this the way to be thanked," he murmured as Gabriel kissed the
girl's neck. He didn't even know her name, but with her incredible body
and
the obvious hunger he could feel just emanating from her, he didn't really
care. "Hey, why don't I show you to a better place for us to do this?" he
whispered in her ear.

He pushed his enlarged manhood against her body as an incentive. Anya in
response reached down to feel just how hard the boy really was. The
moment her fingers toook take hold and felt the throbbing, it felt like
an electric shock to Anya. She jumped and her teeth grazed his soft skin
to leave two small cuts from which drops of blood oozed out. Instantly,
Anya's tongue began to lap up the drops and her mouth to suckle on him.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she sighed as tasting his fine blood wine.

Gabriel twitched at the sting of pain in his neck,
but he assumed she was
giving him the first hickey of his young life. "Oh
yeah," he groaned as he
start to suck on her neck in return. His knees
wobbled, but he attributed
that to the fact that his dick felt like a slab of
granite in the girl's
firm grip.

She drank the twin thin trickles of blood as fast as
the droplets entered her mouth. Anya knew that she
should bite him deeper to increase the flow but for
some reason she was satisfied with what she had. Each
drop seemed to fill her body with strength and showed
just how weak she had been. "Mmmmmnnnmmmmm..." she
growled in her throat.

"Ohh," he sighed happily as he put his strong hands
on either side of her
waist and lifted her up, despite the odd weakness in
his knees. "Come on,
we're going to bed," he whispered to Anya.

When he picked her up, it pulled her head from his
neck to end the kiss. Gabriel's words echoed in Anya's
mind while she licked her lips clean. She could feel
how hard his cock throbbed against her and how moist
she was feeling at the moment. "Mmmm...yesss...bed..."
she sighed as one of her hands stroked his shoulders
to feel the muscles there. She would play the secubus
and drink more from him at the moment of passion when
his blood was the tastiest.

Carryng the brunette beauty in his arms, he took her
through the side door
of the bathroom. A spartan bedroom, reminiscent of a
hospital room in its
simplicity and design. His cock felt like it was
about to explode just from
the way her hand kept working it. "Oh baby, you want
on top or on bottom?"
he asked naively as he sat down on the edge of the
bed.

"I...don't care," Anya said in an almost dream like
voice. Her hand on his shoulder went up to the back of
his head to pull him down until their lips met for a
deep kiss. Anya began to lay back and pulled Gabriel
down with her.

Gabriel returned her kiss hungrily, his tongue darting into her mouth as
his hands fell to the bed on either side of Anya's shoulders. He climbed
over the girl and placed his hips between her legs. His cock was hard as a
rock, however the tip that touched against Anya's abdomen felt as soft as
velvet. Perhaps one of his father's warnings about situations like this
echoed in the back of the young superhero's head, but the overwhelming
sexual sensations drowned out any voice of caution. All he wanted to do
was
make love to this blindingly beautiful girl.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnn..." Anya moaned into his mouth as she settled back into
the bed. The hand that was on his shoulder moved down to stroke his
strong back and feel the muscles there. The other hand kept up its work
at slowly stroking Gabriel's cock. The two broke their passionate kiss
for a moment as they gasped for air. There was a mutual lust and hunger
in both their eyes as they looked at each other. Gabriel then claimed
Anya's lips in a nearly lip bruising kiss while her legs wound around
his calves.

Cupping one of her breasts, Gabriel leaned slightly to the side as he put
all his weight on his opposite elbow. Full of lust and sexual desire, the
young man darted his tongue, wrestling with hers as he kneaded her full,
Amazon breast.

If she hadn't known better, Anya would've thought that Gabriel had never
felt a woman's breast before with the way he was holding her's. The
stroking of her hard nipple by his thumb made Anya whimper into his
mouth and reach down further with her hand. His balls felt heavy and
full as she cupped them. "Plenty in there..." she thought while kissing
him wildly. After having both Philip and his vines a normal woman
would've sworn of men for a month. This was an Amazon however and when
their passions get up, there's no denying it.

Finally Gabriel let the weight of his body rest atop Anya, compressing her
breasts against his chest. He reached down, not willing to wait any
longer.
The scent of her arousal was driving Gabriel insane. He released the kiss
to gasp for air. His heart was pounding like a racehorse's, as the blood
churned through his sweaty, overheated body. "I want you so bad!" he
gasped
out at Anya.

"Then take me lover," Anya grinned up at him. She released both his cock
and balls so that her hands gripped the sides of the bed. She needed
Gabriel very badly too. Not just for the sex but so that sweet blood
that was flowing through his veins. Her hungers was almost driving her
wild. "Give it too me before I have to take it from you!" she laughed
and then gasped

Grabbing his member, Gabriel placed it at the puffy gates of Anya's sex.
Nudging it past the lips, he let go of his hard cock and started to push
inside. At that moment, Anya might have noticed the scent of someone else
in the building, but as Gabriel spread her pussy open with his rigid
shaft,
she had other sensations to worry about..

Anya's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gave a great moan.
The sheets under her fingers began to tear from her clentching them so
hard. The ease of Gabriel's passage into was due to the liquid honey
that filled her pussy at the moment. Anya brought her feet up to hook
them around his thighs and pull him in deeper. "Oh yesssss!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Gabriel groaned as the dripping
warmth surrounded his
manhood for the first time in his overly-parented
life. He pushed himself
in until the base of his erection bumped against the
soft, puffy lips of
Anya's sex.

The muscles of her vagina rippled along the length of
his cock as he filled her. Brian may not have been as
massive as Philip but Anya knew he was pleasently
ample. Her hands moved to his back so that her
fingertips moved up and down along his spine.

He left himself in that position for a few seconds,
since he was unable to
move anyway. He wanted to cum right there, but that
was also the last thing
he wanted to do. Gabriel wanted to make this
incredible ride last as long
as possible; this girl was incredible!

Wanting more, Anya took hold of Gabriel's hips and
pushed him up slightly. Just to encourage him to
answer nature's call and let his passion take hold.
With her weakened state, she couldn't force him up so
she could feel his cock sliding in and out. "M...move
it in...me," Anya finally gasped into Gabriel's ear.

Off at the main entrance into the hidden lair of
Captain America, a person
stepped lightly into the dimly lit foyer. She could
see the lights blinking
on the control panel to the monitoring system, and
the flood of light from
the small bedroom her father had built so many years
ago. That wasn't
unusual in itself; she knew that the young Captain
America had been
investigating something this evening. However, the
groans and moans of
lovemaking were highly unusual.
>
She went down the short, four-step flight of stairs
to the basement floor,
the high, skyblue heels of her boots clicking on the
hard concrete. Long,
pale blonde curls bounced around her shoulders as
she walked curiously
towards the light. She heard young Cap sigh in
contentment, not knowing
that it was the moment of his first penetration of a
woman, but she had a
general idea. Unlike her prudish, noble brother, she
had been around the
block. "He took after our parents, after all, but I
took after my father,"
she thought to herself with a smirk.

Quietly, she walked towards the faint light that
beams from the bathroom,
through the bedroom, and into the main hall.
>
Within the bedroom, Gabriel finally pulled his cock
back, then sank it back
into Anya's pussy with another sigh of incredible
pleasure. "Oh
God....feel...so good!" he gasped, although he was
too far into the ecstacy
to hear the very faint sound of snickering from just
outside the bedroom
doorway.

As he braced himself on his elbows to increase the
angle of his thrusts, Anya lifted herself up slightly
too. Her hands on his shoulders and head while her
hips moved in time with his. Again, Anya's lips
pressed against his neck right over his artery. This
time her sharp incisors penatrated the skin just as he
filled her pussy again. The gasp in her throat almost
made Anya choke on the rush of blood that filled her
mouth.

Gabriel's eyes shot open at the odd feeling in his
neck, and the
sudden,
overwhelming need to cum. "AAAAGHHHH!!" he gasped
out loudly as his
cock
was surrounded again my Anya's pussy, and in the
moments after her
teeth
sank into his neck, his shaft exploded, spraying his
seed into the depths
of
her sex.

The moment his orgasm came inside of her, the Curse
triggered one withing Anya. For a change she didn't
really feel it even as she shuddered and her pussy
leaked its honey. The taste of Gabriel's blood caused
her to suckle on his throat all the harder.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnn!" Anya moaned from her throat as her
legs pulled at his hips to hold him into her.

His lean body shook as his creams kept shooting into
her even as she
suckled on his tasty, virginal blood. He couldn't
move. Deep inside her
warm sheath, his manhood struggled to push
everything it could inside
Anya.
His hands gripped her tightly and his eyes closed as
Gabriel rode out
the
pleasure waves of his climax.

With each suck her body felt stronger then it had
before. The Curse weakened Anya's Amazon half but the
fresh blood strengthed the vampire side. Having the
ectasy of a nice orgasm was just icing on the cake.
Anya slowed her suckling so as not to weaken Gabiel
too much since she really didn't wish to hurt him. She
wasn't like her....cousins. the hand that was on the
back of his neck traveled down to lay against his ass.
The feel of the flexing muscles there was quite
pleasurable.

"Ohhh," he groaned as he relaxed. Slowly he began
pistoning his still
hard
erection within Anya's soft walls. "Wow," he
muttered to her, "that was
incredible." His naked hips moved back and forth
between hers as the
sweat
from his body rolled down his chest, met Anya's
breasts, then went down
the
slopes of those hills.

"Glad you liked it..." she sighed as she licked his
smooth skin to make the two puncture marks vanish.
Just as tasty as his blood was the salt on his skin.
Anya just loved how a young man tasted after cumming.
Her hand drifted from his head so that both grasped
his ass for a moment. Then one reached down to cup his
balls. "Mmmmm....and it feels like you still need some
relief," Anya smiled as she stroked him and squeezed
his cock with her muscles.

Around the edge of the open doorway a pair of blonde
eyes were wide and
the
smile of red lips was covered by a hand. "Damn, I
wish I had a camera!"
the
owner thought to herself. She kept watching, unable
to look away from
the
scene.

The fresh infusion of blood had helped to clear out
the fog that had clouded Anya's mind. She remembered
all that had happened to over this past night and knew
it might be a good idea to hae a place to hide out.
Just until she can think of what to do about her
half-brother Philip. She snuggled into Gabriel's body
and knew this would be a good place. "I have a silly
question for you.... Just what the hell is you name?
Besides wonderful lover that is."

In that moment Gabriel realized he had made a huge mistake. This girl had
seen him without his mask and...

It lasted only and instant but Anya caught the look of surprise that
flashed across her lover's face. And she knew it was from more then just
taking a strange girl to bed. She had been in this position a few times
so she knew that look.

In the next moment, Gabriel realized that this girl had never seen him in
costume. She wouldn't have any idea that he was also Captain Liberty.
Granted, getting her out of the building without her figuring things out
would be a challenge, but it would be better than playing dumb and making
her suspicious.
>
"I'm Gabriel," he said as he kissed her cheek. "I've been wondering the
same thing, like who this beautiful girl is. But we'll have plenty of time
to explore more than our bodies later."

"Mmmmm...I'm sure we will," she sighed as her hands grasped his buttocks
to hold him steady against her. "And I think we won't have too much time
to talk since we'll be busy in other things." That made her laugh
because it was probably true.

Even as Anya was giggling, Gabriel's lips claimed
her's again and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. A
mouth that was still coated with the blood she was
savoring.

Already his cock was getting hard again, even if it had never really
gotten
soft. The smell of her arousal and the lingering heat from her Amazonian
orgasm kept Gabriel from any failings of his body to match his lustful
mind.

Their kiss this time was brief and they just rested their chins on each
others as they looked into her eyes. It felt like this Gabriel hadn't
been with a woman in a while with the quick recovery of his cock. That
pleased Anya greatly since she hadn't been with a man, not the
plant-freak Philip or the muscle bound tank of Mayhem's son, in awhile.

A grin crept over Gabriel's face. As he kept up his slow, steady thrusts
into Anya's wet sheath, he let his chest rest on her breasts and wrapped
his arms around her shoulders. With a sudden tug, he threw himself onto
his
back and rolled Anya atop him. As her hair fell over her face and his, he
puffed out air from his mouth to clear it away.
>
"Your turn, mystery girl," he said as he reached up to cup her breasts.

"Naughty naughty," she said as she caught both of his hands before they
took hold of her. "You can look but you can't touch, at least just yet!"
Using his arms, she levered herself up until she was sitting on his lap.
The motion forced Gabriel's cock into her just a little deeper to make
her moan a little more. The muscles of her pussy tightening around him
as he throbbed. "I'm Anyanka but you can call me Anya," she breathed and
then grinned.

Gabriel nodded and smiled as he arched it buttocks up off the bed to lift
Anya on the point of his cock. "Anya."

She gasped as he pushed on her cervex before he settled down on the bed
again. "Hmmm...." she thought. "Seems this boy needs to be taught just
who's in charge here..."

Just on the other side of the door, the blonde girl's blue eyes narrowed.
She started to chew at the inside of her mouth in thought. She had heard
the name before, but she could not place it. And it gnawed at her...

Without asking first, Anya slid her body down Gabriel's and allowed his
cock to pull free of her pussy. She ignored his protests and hands until
she was between both his legs at the end of the bed. "Now I think I will
just have to teach you not to be so grabby when it comes to a woman."
Anya looked at his cock, shiney with her juices and his seed and smiled.
He wasn't huge but oh so nice.... One of her hands lightly grasped and
stroked the length. "You just have to learn that a woman is in charge
Gabriel and I shall teach you..." Without a further word, her lips
enclosed the head of him.

"OOohhhhhh..." Gabriel groaned in ecstasy as his cock was surrounded by
the
wet warmth of Anya's mouth. His mouth opened up and his eyes closed.
Reaching down, he put his hand against the back of Anya's head and ran his
fingers through her silky black hair. He didn't put any pressure against
her, but just wanted to feel her head as she gave him the first blow job
of
his life.

She only held the head in her mouth a for a second before releasing him.
The taste of a man aroused was always something Anya could enjoy.
Especially when she held his cock with one hand and his balls with the
other so that she controled him. With long, knowing strokesshe bathed
his length with her tongue. Fully intending to bring Gabriel to the
point of release many times before allowing him to cum in her mouth.
Then he would find out just who's the boss here.

"Anya..." thought the blonde girl outside the moans of the bedroom.
"Anya...Anya..." Her blue eyes widened as the connections in her mind all
meshed. "Anyanka!" She punched her fist into the palm of her hand.
"Anyanka! Rei!" she thought to herself. In an instant she turned the
corner
and walked into the room, the heels of her skyblue boots tacking away on
the floor.
>
Gabriel took a few moments to register the footsteps due to the
unbelievably fantastic distraction of Anya's sucking on his cock. When he
finally opened his eyes, the blonde girl was standing off to one side at
the end of the bed, arms crossed under her skyblue and gold clad cleavage.
She had a stern look to her that was tempered by the hints of a smirk on
her lips. "Um," he mumbled, "uh, hi Sis."

The moment she her his words Anya had a mouthfull of cock. By the way
the newcomer was dressed she figured it just had to be a heroine. Or a
hooker. Since this was Gabriel's sister Anya wasn't too worried unless
the woman disliked somebody giving her brother a blowjob in front of
her. If that was the case then things could get interesting real fast.

Sunburst tapped the toe of one of her skyblue boots on the floor as she
shifted her weight to that foot. "Hey Bro, bringing your work home with
you? And you," she said, switching her attention to Gabriel's lover, "I
don't know much about my mom's home, but I have heard of you. I'm Brienna,
and I think I know your mother. How is Aunt Rei?"

Four words quickly registered in Anya's mind: 'mom's home' and 'aunt
Rei'. "Oh shit...." she mumbled from around Gabriel's cock. While she
had never met her in person, her mother had always gone on about Tania,
the Amazon who had preceeded her as Ultra Woman, and how she had found
true love outside the island. And had a son and daughter by that man....
"And if she knows about me," she thought. "Then this is going to be real
fun..."

With audable pop, Anya pulled her mouth off of his cock. As she sat up
Anya brushed her sweaty hair from her face to look up at Brienna.
"Ummm...she's fine I think but I haven't been back to check in awhile."
Anya said. "And I don't plan on going any time soon since that last time
I was there I had half the palace guard on my ass." She shook her head
at that particular nightmare. Anya didn't know what was considered
worse: stealing the Ultra Girl uniform and lasso or seeing Queen Julia
pleasuring herself with a vibrator. "So I borrowed something, so what?"

"Your naked ass I'm guessing," Brienna said with a
mocking smile. "I
thought you girls only did other girls?"
>
"Hey...I..." Gabriel sputtered. First he gaped at
Anya after her comment
about guards after her, then at his younger sister
at her casual talk about
lesbians. "You...you.." he said to each of them,
"Uh..." he finally said,
giving up for a moment the idea of a coherent
sentence.

Anya almost broke down laughing at Gabriel's reaction.
It sounded like his sister was certainly the one in
charge in terms of siblings. "Nope," she giggled as
she reached over to caress her new lover's still
semi-hard cock. "I agree with mother that there isn't
anything wrong with having sex with men whenever you
feel like it. And I think if you asked your
half-sister Juli she might tend to agree. If you asked
her in private though."

With the toe of her skyblue boot, Brienna kicked a
towel from the floor
towards Anya's face. "At least cover up, the last
thing I want to see is my
brother's dick. Then we can talk about what the hell
we're going to tell
Mother. If she knew Aunt Rei's runaway was here, she
would tear this place
apart." She cocked a finger towards Anya. "Bro, you
know this bimbo's
wanted by the Amazons? Bad?"
>
Gabriel looked from sister to Anya, looking like he
were still in a daze
from the sex. "Um...who...?" he stuttered.

"I'm not a bimbo...." Anya muttered while stroking
Gabriel. Avoiding Tania had been once of Anya's major
duties since she figured the blond would spill it to
the Amazons just where she was. Tania didn't consider
herself an Amazon anymore but she did uphold the
Queen's edicts Anya knew. Like the one about shipping
Anya home to the island to face trial, conviction, and
punishment. Not necessaraly in that order either.

"I'm not done yet, horndog. Did you know she also
took a nice bite out of
her neck?" Brienna almost grinned as Gabriel's face
flushed and he put a
hand to his throat. "Yeah, thought not. I'm betting
she drained you of some
blood." She nodded at the expression on Anya's face.
"Yeah, I know. While
brother dear here plays Nintendo 1K, I listen at
doors while my parents
talk. You try any of that shit on me, and I'll plant
your face through that
wall."

She gave a guilty smile to Brienna and Gabriel. "Don't
go looking for any marks either lover," she said to
him as he franticaly searched his neck. "I made sure
there weren't any traces. I was hungry that's all. No
crime or injury committed." Suddenly Anya started
giggling. "I just realized something! Mother had your
father and now I had his son. Kinky or what?"

"So just what have your parents been saying about me?
Something good I hope." Anya was almost thinking about
how to get Gabriel's Nintendo game since those were
hot items right now.

Brienna rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to
her other foot. "Yeah,
and doing it with a horse is even kinkier. They got
more blood too, maybe
you should try one?"

"Nah... Horse blood tastes awful. Tried it back on the
island once." She shuddered slightly at the memory of
it.

>"So just what have your parents been saying about
me?
>Something good I hope." Anya was almost thinking
about
>how to get Gabriel's Nintendo game since those were
>hot items right now.

"Which one? Mother wants your scalp for getting Aunt
Rei is so much
trouble, not to mention that she told Father that
she would do worse if you
messed with Julia." She stepped forward and threw
the blanket towards the
couple. "Would you cover that thing up already!? she
said with a wave of
her gloved hand towards Gabriel's still rigid
manhood.

"Oh all right... Don't get all huffy and stuff." Anya
covered Gabriel's waist with the blanket and then
stood up. "I wonder if she actually has talked with
mother about all of this. She might found out that
mother is more pissed with the sisters back home then
with me. Mom is such a rebal rather then a stick in
the mud like most of those old farts."

Brienna looked over at the clock on the nightstand.
"I'll give you thirty
minutes, but after that I'm on the phone to Father
and I'll let him be the
one to worry about you. You might think you're
tough, but wait until you
see our Mother pissed off." She shrugged at Anya.
"Best I can do, after
that you're on your own."

Anya's eyes narrowed slightly. "And just why would
anybody have to worry about him?" she asked, nodding
at Gabriel. "He's got nothing to fear from me. I'm
actually on y'all is side but just do things
differently. Actually help _people_. Those little
creatures that need help, remember?"

She then folded her arms across her ample chest. "And
tell your mom if you want. I don't give a shit."

Brienna's arms were just as crossed as Anya's, and
her own blue eyes were
just as steely as the violet ones that gazed back at
her. "Yeah, you just
take a little payment right, a little blood. And
when there aren't any
crimes going on, you fuck some horny idiot and suck
him?"

The skin around Anya's knuckles turned white as her
fists clentched tightly. Mentally she counted to a
thousand twice in roder not to punch the girl in the
mouth. "I don't take any payment from those I help,"
she said in a low, low voice. "And if I wish to have
some fun its my choice. I don't have to obey you or
anybody else."

Gabriel's face paled at the indictment of his
sister. "Hey, lighten up
Bree," he said in a subdued tone. "I feel fine. I
mean, I doubt she even
really did that to me."
>
Brienna smirked at her brother. "You're such a geek.
Fine, fuck all night,
I don't care. I'll go find me one of these new
superhero and fuck him in
the clouds," she said, then spun around on her
heels. She reached the door
to the bedroom and paused long enough to look back
at the couple in the
bedroom. "Just set the alarms, stupid, before Mother
or
Father come in here and
find you and this slut fucking like animals."

Anya listened for the footsteps to fade from even her
extra sharp hearing. As soon as it did, she bared her
teeth and took a punch at the wall. Before her fist
reached the surface however, she slowed it so the
actual impact was little more then a tap. "Dammit!!"
Anya said in a voice that could've been a scream if
she hadn't controlled herself. She was facing the wall
so that Gabriel couldn't see how her face changed into
the look she had when she was in her 'vampire mode'.
The force of her internal rage taxed her controls to
the absolute limits. All the while she was trying to
use the skills her mother had taught her to contol
herself.

Eventually she sat down on the edge of the bed and
rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry
Gabriel but you sister is just about everything I
hated in my...sisters. I couldn't control whot he fuck
my father was so why hold that against me?!" She
sighed again and turned to face him. "I'll leave you
be now so you don't get in trouble with your parents.
Thanks for the rescue though."

There was no way Gabriel was going to let this exotic beauty get away, at
least not tonight. He place a hand to her cheek, then slipped it into her
hair at the back of her head. "No way you are leaving me tonight," he said
as he drew Anya's lips to his.

She resisted slightly so that their lips grazed other anothers. For a
change Anya wasn't sure this was a good idea. Not with the fact that
this was Tania's son and that his sister knew about her now. For all
Anya knew, Brienna was calling her mother right now. All the while she
was thinking this, Gabriel's lips were tracing up to her earlobe while
his other hand was stroking her back.

He couldn't overpower her, but Gabriel used a little leverage to bring
Anya
back down onto the soft bed. "Besides, my parents sleep until dawn, and
that's an hour away..."

When he adjusted himself to get closer to her body, Anya felt his cock
graze her thigh. The feeling of that hard item broke her willpower that
she had been building up. "I know this is a mistake but...." She let her
lips touch his for a deep but brief kiss. "Gabriel," she whispered to
him. "You really don't care at all that my father was a....vampire?" Her
eyes looked deep into his to see if his words would tell her the truth.

Gabriel smiled down at the exotic beauty that had given him his first
night
of pleasure. "Anya, I wouldn't care if your father was the devil himself,"
he said sincerely as he rolled on top of her. His manhood, hard and erect,
pressed down into the swollen lips of her sex. "Let's make love all night,
my parents sleep for another three hours..."

"You just said they get up in an hour," she grinned up at him while one
of her hands helped to guide his cock into her again. "Make up you
mind!" Anya closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply as he parted
her lips to begin to enter her hotness. "Gods the girls must love it
when you make love to them... Amazon genes will tell in that department
I guess." She looked up at him and grinned and got one in reply.

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Hunters and Gatherers - Part 1


Two figures hid in the shadows watching early morning traffic drift by.
They stood on the narrow third floor ledge of the old bank building, now
mostly abandoned. Lowriders, bass beats thumping with them, passed by
every
few minutes through the dribbling spring rain.
>
The woman frowned. Cocking her head to one side, like an animal trying to
hear something specific, she concentrated on whatever had gotten her
attention. "Drav, do you sense that?" she said in a language that would
not
have been familiar to the inhabitants of Zwicken.
>
Drav didn't take his attention away from the traffic as he awaited a
solitary pedestrian. He was a stout man with a heavy brow that tended to
obscure his coal black eyes. He was dressed in black, with a long coat
over
it all. They were both hungry and needed to feed, even if they had to kill
this night. For the past week they had been chased by hunters and keeping
on the move had depleted their strength.
>
"Drav!" Tatyana hissed. She was a shorter woman, not much over five feet
tall, with a thin frame. Dark, straight hair was pinned back by a black
barettes. "Smell!"
>
Drav frowned but did as he was told. Without a flicker of emotion on his
face, he glanced down at Tatyana. "I smell," he said in his native
Rumanian, "but I do not know what it is."
>
A few loose hairs fell over Tatyana's face. She wore dark grays and blacks
with a black coat over it al, just like Drav. "It is one of our people,
but
it is not. Confusing."
>
"No, it is not one of us. Therefore, it will feed us well. That much power
will satisfy for a week."
>
Tatyana nodded reluctantly. "Yes Drav, we have to feed off it. I do not
know when the hunters will find us again."
>
-------------------

When the setting sun dropped below the horizon, Anya instinctively knew
it even though she was in a dark room. "Damn I can't wait until its
summer and the days are longer," she said as she stretched on her bed.
"Then I can sleep in." Sunlight didn't harm her like it did with full
blooded vampires but Anya still kept to a night living schedule
regardless. Being awake during the day just felt too odd for her. Being
a creature of the night did have its advantages since most of her 'work'
was better done in the dark.

As she got up and shuffled to the bathroom, she neglected to turn on a
light since it was just light enough already. Why waste money on lights
when you don't need them? Being thrify was one of her many virtues. The
thrift was evident in the lack of any furnishings other then the old,
stained things that the room came with. Only the bed and sheets appeared
new since Anya drew then line at sleeping in filth. By doing this, she
was able to direct most of the money she stoled into good causes and
donations. It was a small price to pay to live like this. Besides, no
Amazon would look for her in a place like this and it was far removed
from her old 'home' on the island. That suited her soul greatly. This
section of town was the kind of place that nobody asked questions about
where you came from.

A mist wafted in off the drizzly evening breeze. No one would have ever
given it a second thought on this chilly, wet evening. Once out of the
falling rain, covered by a small canopy, the mist began to coalesce. Like
apparitions come to life, the forms of Drav and Tatyana became solid.
>
"It is here, very close," Tatyana said.
>
Drav gave her a faint nod. "Time to feed on it."

Anya dried her hair from the quick shower and tugged on the uniform that
she had transformed into. "Hmmmm... Where to go to tonight..." she
wondered aloud. "Maybe hit that fat cat's apartment. Its 50 stories up
so I'll be a challenge..."

The two figures moved to another window that lead
into the living room. The
woman formed into mist that easily squeezed through
the seams of the window
frame. The place was old, and made for her to enter.
Reforming into a
woman, she waited. They didn't need to speak to know
what they would do.

Her head lifted up as she was pulling on her boots.
Anya's eyes narrowed as she felt something odd. It
wasn't a sensation in the normal sense but just
a....feeling. She shook her head after listening for
several moments and not hearing anything.

As Dark Angel dressed in her costume of dark red and
blue and placed the
crimson leather belt and pouch around her waist, the
woman in the other
room waited patiently.

As she went through the door, she looked around but
didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Damn I hate
it when that happens..." Many a time Anya had received
those 'feelings' and nothing had ever happened. A few
times though... Something did and it was usually not
good.

Anya reached the window to slip through the heavy
curtains that had blocked the
day's sun and step through the doors to the
balcony, the curtains parted
suddenly. Grabbing her braceleted wrist, a man with
a heavy brow and
piercing eyes stepped right up to Anya with great
quickness. He grabbed her
other wrist and stared into Anya's violet eyes.

"What the fuck!" the half-Amazon exclaimed at the
intruder. The sudden appearance startled her enough so
that she didn't respond for several seconds.

His eyes were red and glowing. Drav had swallowed
the will of many women in
his life and this one would be no different. She was
obviously a
superheroine of this city, but he had mesmerized
superheroines all over Europe.

Seeing the red eyes told Anya all that she needed to
know about this creature. It was one of her father's
'friends' in terms of being another vampire. She
hadn't met a full-blood yet and truthfully she didn't
want to. Mostly because she would have to resist the
urge to drive a stake through the heart of
this...thing. She despised the fact that her father's
'gift' had exiled her from mother.

Drav concentrated and brought all the will and power
of his personality to
bear. Once he had control of this superheroine's
soul, he and Tatyana could
feed on her for the rest of the night.

One nice thing about being part vampire was that it
gave Anya a higher level of resistance to the
vampire's gaze. She could feel her will being drawn
into his eyes but she resisted it.
"Don't...try...that..shit...with...me!" she grunted as
she tried to pull her wrists from his hands.

His strength was like iron but Anya knew he was still
a he no matter if he was a vampire. Taking a step
forward, she brought her knee up into his groin with
enough force to lift him off the ground. "Take that!"
she growled as her own eyes turned a reddish hue.

"Wuuufff!!" Drav groaned as his cheeks puffed out. The red of his eyes
faded back into the inky blackness. His grip on Anya's wrists failed as he
stumbled back into the curtains and doors to the old balcony.

Grinning, Anya followed the vampire as he moved backwards. "Jeez..." she
thought. "These idiots aren't that tough at all! Good knee to the nuts
takes them down in a second!"

Drav caught himself on the curtains with one hand and let himself fall to
his knees. Pale from never seeing the sun, his face seemed positively
white
as he put a hand to his crotch. "Guhhhh..." he muttered as he looked up at
the woman that had just smashed his aching testicles, his eyes dark and
filled with male agony.

Reaching down with a finger to lift his chin up so that their eyes meet
again. This time it was Anya's that were red and his that weren't.
"Never tried vampire blood before but there's a first for everything,"
she thought as she pulled back a fist. She figured a nice punch up under
the jaw would put his lights out. No messy struggles when she bit him
and all that.

Suddenly the Dark Angel felt a hand grip her by the hair from behind.
"Tough one, aren't you?" a female voice said right before a powerful fist
drove into Anya's kidney.

This time is time it was Anya's turn to go "Offffffff!!" as her body
exploded in pain. Her knees sagged as she began to collapse but the hand
holding her hair kept her upright. Both her and the male vampire had
faces that expressed their pain but Anya's was just slightly less...
Even though it hurt greatly, she drove both her elbows backwards seeking
the body of whoever held her.

Tatyana was much faster than Drav. She easily danced
back from the
short-range elbow thrusts and jerked Anya back by
her dark tresses. She
also had a much more violent temperment that Drav.
"Da, very tough," she
said again with a heavy accent to her voice.

"Shit..." Anya muttered through teeth gritted from
trying to beat back the pain. Two against one wasn't
exactly fair especially when the second snuck up on
you. Even worse was getting pulled back by her hair.
Her mother had always advised her to get it trimmed
but she admired it so much. "Maybe she had a good idea
there..." Anya thought as she felt another hard tug on
it.

As Anya stumbled back a few steps to keep from being
pulled down by her
hair, Tatyana spun sideways. The mysterious woman
released Anya's hair and
drove her foot into the center of the Amazon girl's
lower back.

The force of the push made Anya's boots slide across
the floor. She didn't have any control as she saw
herself moving towards a mountain of flesh that had
appeared in front of her. "Ah hellll..." she thought.
"Why couldn't he stay down!"

Even through the pain throbbing from his injured
testicles, Drav was still
a very tough man. Already standing, he slammed his
arms around Anya's waist
as she was driven forward by Tatyana's kick.
Silently, Drav lifted Anya off
the floor, leaving her dark red and blue boots
dangling, as he gave Anya a
powerful squeeze that forced the air from her lungs.
His nostrils flared
and eyes took on a red hue, but otherwise Drav
silently tensed his muscles
to crush Anya's body.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" the heroine gasped as the air was
driven from her lung. The strength of the bear hug
prevented her from getting a good breath to replace
it. She could move her limbs but otherwise was pinned
tightly against him. "Got...to...get...free!" she
thought as spots began to appear before her eyes.

Bringing her hands up, she gave the man's a ears a
hard slap against them. If a full-blood vampire's
hearing was anything like her's. That would tend to
hurt a little. As her hands laid against his head, her
thumbs tried to dig into his eyes.

"Yargh!" Drav roared as his ears popped painfully.
As the fingernails of
the brunette in his arms started to dig into his eye
sockets, Drav quickly
let go of her, allowing Anya's boots to hit the
floor again.

Hearing the sound of his voice pleased Anya greatly.
It meant that her attack was successful. Her next
motion was to begin to kneel slightly so that she
could go after his kneecaps. Hopefully after those
were injured or broken she could turn her full
attention to the other vampire. However things didn't
work out that way....

Instinctively though, in defense of his eyes, Drav
put his hands to Anya's
chest. As his open palms pressed against Anya's soft
yet firm breasts, Drav
gave her a powerful shove that made her breasts
compress against her chest.
Her feet jerked off the floor as the powerful man
sent her flying away from
his eyes.

"Shittttttt!!!" she yelled as her feet left the floor.
The push forced most of the air out of her lungs again
which came out in her yell. Her limbs trailed the rest
of her body as she streaked through the air in a blur.
At this velocity, Anya was just along for the ride.

"Shit!" Tatyana echoed in her native language as the
brunette girl came
flying back at her. "WOoof!!" she grunted when Anya
plowed into her. Both
crashed through the wall in a shower of plaster and
bricks. Arms, legs, and
hair all entangled, the two went tumbling down the
three stories to the
hard brick pavement of the alley behind the old
apartment complex.

Fortunantly for the heroine the female vampire took
the brunt as they went through the various walls. She
did take a few hits from stray pieces which bruised
her skin and tore at her uniform. "This is not
good...." she thought as the hole they had made
quickly receeded.

With a crunching grunt, Tatyana landed heavily on
the bricks. When Anya
landed on top of her, she grunted again.
"Ooooohhh..." Tatyana mumbled,
half conscious and gasping for air as her hand
reached for her bruised ribs.

When she felt the hand feeling up her ribs Anya knew
she was still alive. "Get...get your hand...off me,"
she grunted and tried to roll off the female. With the
way her head pounded, she didn't even want to move let
alone open her eyes. Slowly however she did and saw
the night sky above her. With her whole body
protesting, she tried to sit up while still on top of
the woman.

Still dazed from the fall, Tatyana was quickly trapped under Anya. Her own
black outfit was torn in places after crashing through the wall upstairs.
She was even more battered than Anya, although her natural healing powers
were already getting to work on her injuries.

"Gods...." Anya groaned as she rubbed a gloved hand across her forehead.
A dirty streak was left there when her hand pulled away. "What a fucking
night this is and it hasn't even started yet." She swung herself so that
she was sitting crosswise on the female's body. Anya knew she should
leave the vicinity right away but she was aching so much that it wasn't
easy too more. "Thanks for being a nice cushion bitch." she growled down
at the woman.

"SSss, get off of me!" hissed Tatyana, her eyes turning red as she
concentrated on the woman sitting on top of her. Glaring up at Anya, she
bared her white, sharp incisors at the young Amazon. "You are rich,
perfect
for feeding," she continued, her eyes piercing as she struggled to push
the
stronger Anya off her body.

Taking the hint, Anya slowly rose up off of her and stretched her
battered body slightly. "Don't need to push, I was just getting up
anyways. I would feed from you too but you're a little boney." The toe
of her boot pushed at the vampire's ribs which caused her to groan
slightly in pain. The heroine figured she would be down long enough for
her to get a clean get away.

Suddenly a hand gripped Anya by both the lower half of her dark, luxurious
hair and the dark red of the costume covering her upper back. Anya was
lifted in a single jerk of Drav's powerful arm. He hurled the Amazon rebel
down the alley until again Anya plowed through a brick wall and into the
back of a local grocery store.

"Awhelllllllll!!!" she shrieked as she went flying for a second time
that night. To say that hitting the wall hurt was a slight
understatement. Actually it hurt a LOT! So much so that Anya nearly
blacked out from both the pain and the impact. She went cascading
through several displays and racks of items until she finally came to
rest. A can that she had dislodged broke a refridgerator of mineral
water that spilled down on to her.

Drav paused to check on his lover. "Tat, are you injured?"
>
"Da," she replied as she took his hand and stood up, "but I am recovering.
We must not let this one escape, she is rich food."
>
Drav nodded without a flicker of emotion to dent his bland expression.
"Da." Turning from her, he ran down the alley and jumped through the hole
and into the dark grocery store.

The moment he came through the hole, he took a shovel into his face. On
the other end of the handle was one pissed off vampire/Amazon. Her
vision was still giving her double images but she had picked one and it
turned out to be right. "Now to put a stake through his heart...." she
thought.

"Ungh!" Drav grunted as the shovel *whanged* into
his face. His feet shot
upwards. He seemed to hesitate in midair before
crashing onto his back on
the hard tile floor of the backroom of the grocery
store.

If Anya hadn't known better she would've sworn that
the vampire's face was imprinted in the shovel. Part
of her said it would be a good time to run while one
of her pursuers was down and the the other was
outside. However the revenge side won out. As it
usually did.

It was easy for Anya to snap the wooden handle of
the shovel to create a
wooden stake. Drav was dazed as he lay on his back
watching the ceiling
rotate around him. His head rolled side to side as
the dark blue and red
blur stood over him, wooden stake raised high.

"Have fun in hell," she said as the stake began its
downward plunge. Anaya had never staked a vampire
before so she wasn't totally sure what would happen.
Amazon's weren't suppose to kill people but, as her
sisters said MANY times, vampires weren't 'people'.

Suddenly a red brick slammed into Anya's belly,
doubling her over. Tatyana
was still in the alley by the debris of the
apartment's outer wall. Her
first thought after standing up had been to save the
life of her undead lover.

The heroine was bent and resting on her hands and
knees from the impact of the brick. She had dropped
the stake while she retched in pain from the blow.
"Gaaaaaaahhhhh...." she groaned as a few tears left
the corners of her eyes.

As she saw the effect of her first brick, Tatyana
had already thrown her
second. Like a red shot, it hurled towards Anya's
face. As she started to
dodge it, Drav's powerful hand gripped the ankle of
her right boot in his
steely grip.

In a flash, Anya's hand grabbed the broken end of the
shovel and raised it up to catch the brick while she
ducked. The brick exploded into fragments as the metal
caught it and forced the her arm backwards as it held
the shovel. As if her arm had a spring, Anya fired the
remains back out of the hole towards the female
vampire. Instead of brick, it was cloud of dust and
stones.

The mysterious, black-clad woman leaped into the air
in an instant. Over
the loose pieces of brick she went until she left
Anya's field of vision,
which was narrowed by the hole in the grocery store
wall.

At the same time her other fist punched the male in
the gut with a strong blow. Not Anya's most powerful
but the blows she had taken so far weakened her
slightly.

Hitting the man's belly was like striking a thick
tree. Her hand rebounded
even as Drav grunted from the blow. He bent upwards,
his dead eyes narrowed
as he grabbed at Anya. Missing his attempt to get
her by the throat by
Anya's quickness, his hand swipe continued downwards
until his fingers
slipped between her breasts to get a tight hold on
her skintight costume
where the gap between her breasts left a small
opening.

"Hey!" she gasped as she felt his fingers against her
soft mounds. Anya wasn't worried about his tearing the
cloth but from what would happen if the Curse was
stimulated. Instinctivly she braced herself against
him and tried to pull back. The battle continued for
many moments but slowly Anya's body lowered.

Never saying a word, Drav pulled on the front of
Anya's costume. The
material stretched forward, pulling Anya with it
until she was on top of
Drav. He grabbed again at her throat, this time able
to get a hold of her
with his large hand.

Her eyes bulged slightly from the force of his grip on
her. With one hand she gripped his wrist and pulled
down on it. With the other Anya tried to peel his hand
from her throat. Both of their eyes gleamed red and
sweat formed on both of their brows from the struggle.

As Anya struggled to pull his hand away from her
windpipe, a misty figure
solidified behind her. Silently watching Drav and
Anya struggle, Tatyana
lined the raven-haired Amazon up. Raising an open
hand, the vampiress saw
her opening. As Anya pulled Drav's hand away from
her throat and sat up,
Tatyana brought her hand down, like a hatchet,
towards the back of Anya's neck.

If it hadn't been from her Amazon body the blow
would've removed her head from the rest of her body.
Instead it created a burst of pain unmatched by
anything else she had experienced that night. Anya's
shocked body fell on to the male vampire and spasmed a
few times while her eyes were clentched shut.

"Now, quickly," Tatyana ordered as she leaped over
the two on the floor.
Grabbing the spandex clad arms of the young brunette
lying atop Drav,
Tatyana put a small foot in the middle of Anya's
shoulder blades and pulled
the Amazon's arms up and back.

Anya groaned a little but didn't struggle. She was
fading in and out of coherence and was in no position
to resist what was happening to her at the moment. As
she was pulled up, her breasts were forced out so that
each was clearly displayed for Drav. Right down to the
hard nipples.

Drav's heretofore dead eyes seemed to come alive.
Red fires burned within.
Scooping up a swathe of silken black hair, he pulled
the mass away from
Anya's face and used it to pull her head back and to
the left side,
ominously revealing her white throat. His teeth were
pearly white as his
incisors seems to grow, like the claws of a cat
coming forth for the kill
of a meal.

Even semi-unconcious and with an expression that
hinted at the pain she was feeling Anya still had the
face of a goddess. Drav hadn't seen such perfection
before in his long life. Even the breasts that seemed
too big for her small frame fit her perfectly. She
radiated a certain....strength.

"Hurry! We have made enough noise to bring the
pathetic protectors of this
one to her rescue. Hurry!" Tatyana whispered sharply
to Drav.
>
"Na," he replied with eerie calm, "I want this one,
Tat. She is full of
life and beauty."
>
When Drav mentioned life, Tatyana knew that meant
food. When he meant
beauty, it meant something else entirely...
>
She stared down at Drav, but his glowing red eyes
only stared back up at
her. It was a test of wills, and the usual victor
won. "Oh very well,
weaken her and we shall take her with us. Just
hurry!"
>
"Da," Drav said without his face flickering with a
single hint of emotion
at his victory. Looking at Anya first, he bent her
head back and to the
side by her hair and leaned upwards. His hot breath
washed over her white
skin. He could hear the pulse sliding through the
arteries and veins of her
neck. His nostrils flared with aroused hunger for
this luscious meal.

A soft moan came from Anya's lips as she felt both his
breath and a hardening of a shaft against her thigh.
her body shivered slightly from both while she drifted
about in that half state she was in. Given time she
would have certainly recovered but in this case, she
wouldn't get it.

The fangs touched her flesh, burning hot irons that
easily passed through
Anya's skin. Drav's mouth suckled around her neck,
creating a tight seal as
he buried his fangs within her. Finally they pierced
the warm vein. As her
blood began to seep into Drav's mouth, he released
her hair and gripped
Anya by the neck and shoulders. And fed...

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned at feeling the brief pain of the
bite which faded into something else. Something that
was indescribable. In all of her many feedings Anya
had never been drained herself. It caused her to be
aroused like she had never been before and in turn,
that triggered the Curse. The spot on her uniform that
covered her womanhood quickly developed a small wet
spot that started to grow while her body quivered.

Drav drank deeply as Tatyana gathered Anya's wrists into one hand. The
vampiress could feel Anya's weakening strength. "Come Drav, hurry. We will
take your toy back to our home, but hurry!" she hissed nervously.

Anya instinctivly tried to struggle but Tatyana easily held her.
Whatever recovery she might have made from the blow vanished from the
weakness produced by the blood loss and the Curse. "Nnnnnnnoooo...." she
moaned softly as she drifted slowly back down into obliviousness. With
each suck her body shook in response to it as she replenised his
strength with her own.

Keeping Anya's head next to his, her long, dark hair having fallen over
his
face, he drank the rich, warm blood of the quivering Amazon. Finally,
realizing that he might endanger her life, he stopped. He did not want to
kill this one, she was very rich and delicious. He would feed off her
again.

When he pulled his lips from her neck, Anya's body almost collapsed in
response and hung from the female's hands. Her eyes opened for just a
brief second to see a hazy shape of Drav's shoulder but when she closed
them her conciousness faded away. The last thing she sense was the smell
of lust in the air which for some reason she knew came from her wet
pussy.

With a lick of his tongue, but two puncture marks in Anya's neck faded,
leaving only a bright pink spot that anyone else might have confused with
a
hickey. As Tatyana pulled the brunette beauty off Drav, he snapped away
the
red leather belt and pouch from Anya's lithe waist.
>
"Here," Drav told Tatyana as he jerked the pouch off and tossed it aside,
then grabbed one of Anya's wrists. Quickly he lashed the belt around her
wrists and forearms, pinning them behind Anya's back.
>
Once he knew Anya's arms were secure, Drav threw her over his shoulder.
With her firm ass curving inches from his face, Drav's highly sensitive
sense of smell was alive with the naturally arousing scent of an Amazon's
passion juices. Her slim legs bounced against his hip as her hair splayed
down her back, hiding her face. "Come," he said simply to Tatyana as he
stepped through the hole in the grocery store wall.

As he moved she bounced slightly on his back and her breasts acted like
cushions. Inaudible sighs came from her lips in response to it but Drav
could tell something was up from the way her odor didn't decrease at
all. Actually, it was increasing as the wet stain spread.

"Da da," she said, resigned to his commands.
>
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>
"Da, you will be very nice," Anya heard a female voice say, in a muffled
sort of way. As she slowly got her senses back, Anya quickly realized she
was bound, spread eagle, on what appeared to be a bed. The next thing she
took in was that she was blindfolded.

Her head was still splitting from the blow but at least the ache told
her that she was still alive. "Oh my headddd....." she thought and
regreted it in an instant from the pain it caused. Everything seemed to
hazy that in spite of everything she had to concentrate on what had
happened to her.

The next item that hit her slowly reviving mind was that she wasn't
blindfolded. A woman was sitting on her face!

"MMMmmuuuuffffffff!!" Anya protested as she felt a hairy bush rubbed her
face while liquid began to coat it as well. She struggled but found that
she was well tied up with something that seemed unbreakable even to her
although the bed seemed to groan as she did so. During her struggles the
Amazon realized another thing: that she had been stripped naked.
"Geeffffffooooofffffffffff!!!!"

Tatyana gripped the hair at the sides of Anya's temples tightly and rode
the young Amazon's face. Her sex, already wet, leaked her excited fluids
across Anya's nose and mouth. The vampiress fought against Anya's bucking
to keep her legs locked around the brunette's head and shoulders. She
locked her feet under Anya's biceps and pushed her hips down into Anya's face.

To be tied up during sex willingly was one thing but this, this
situtation was not what Anya would've had in mind. "Get....the
fuck...off...ME!" she growled as bucked under the woman. With the way
she had attached herself, Anya didn't have a chance of throwing her off.
It was all she could do to grab breaths of air whenever there was a gap
to breath.

The cables that bound Anya's ankles became looser as calloused, rough hands
reached around her hips to cup her ass cheeks and lift her off the bed. A
broad body moved between her spread, creamy thighs. She could feel the
coarse hair against the warm flesh of her skin as Drav moved between her legs.

"Aw shit..." she thought, pulling at the bonds hard in trying to get
free. "Not that too!" Anya fought but with her legs already spread apart
she was unable to keep him from spreading her pussy as well. The thick
thumbs worming through her pubic hair to find her lips and expose the
pink flesh to the air of the room. The sudden burst of odor filled the
room and was almost overpowering. It helped to stimulate the vampire
pair to ravish the young amazon all the more.

Lifting her hips up, his hard cock, already aroused and rock hard after
fucking Tatyana for the past hour, Drav aimed his manhood at Anya's
uplifted pussy. He nudged the lips of her sex open with the rounded tip.
His grip was like steel, unyielding and overpowering. With his own power
supplemented by the blood he had drained from the Amazon, he was easily
able to hold Anya's hips steady.

She went wild in response at feeling him and very nearly threw the pair
off. They just redoubled their efforts however and tightened their grip
on her body. Anya felt her face sliding on the woman's pussy as she was
pulled into it. At the same time the man buried the cockhead into her.
Spreading the tight channel while Amazon juice dripped on to the bed. If
it wasn't for the padded cuffs, the cable would've dug into her wrists
and ankles as she struggled.

With a single, overpowering thrust, Drav drove his cock like a spear into
Anya's pussy, splitting her open in the blink of an eye.

Anya's body arched as best it could with the two people on top of her. A
moan came from deep in her throat as she didn't wish to open her mouth
to taste the evil liquid on her face. It was all she could do to resist
the hard strokes that were driving the cock deep into her belly. Her
muscles tried to resist but the Curse weakened them too much for that.

Drav moved his powerful arms up to Anya's thighs and
trapped them against
his chest. With her ass lifted up, he drove easily
in and out of her
already damp sex. After the way Tatyana had been
teasing him, Drav was
nearly wild with lust. He had enough control to
enjoy the fucking of this
girl's body as his testicles bounced against the
flesh between her pussy
and ass with every thrust.

The Amazon's body wriggled like an eel even as her
strength was reduced with each of his thrusts. The bed
groaned from her hard tugs but the heavy metal frame
stayed intact. The smell from the juices that were
pumped out stimulated her just like the touch of his
cock. "Shit!" she thought. "If I had wanted to be tied
up I would've asked for it!"

Tatyana kept a firm grip on Anya's hair as she rode
the young Amazon's
face. Her pussy slid along the rounded point of
Anya's nose. Each time
Tatyana bounced her clit off Anya's nose, she let
out a soft gasp. "Come,
please me!" she ordered Anya. "Taste me!!" Her
juices rolled into Anya's
eyes, nose, and mouth, making her face glisten in
what little light slipped
in between Tatyana's short, thin legs.

"No!" Anya groweled, trying to get her mouth shut. She
tried to move her head enough so as not to please the
woman but with her hair in Tatyana's hands that wasn't
possible. She could try not to please her if she
could. Especially to taste the foul juices of the
vampiress.

Drav ignored the way Anya's calved bounced on his
shoulders as he pushed
his short, thick shaft in and out of her sex. Her
lips stretched around his
rock hard cock as he kept punching him inside her
relentless. Like some
automaton, his pace was steady and rapid. In and
out, in and out, Drav
thrust over and over, each time forcing her sex to
expand against the thick
beast.

Weakly, Anya's feet beat on Drav's back as she bucked
beneath him. She didn't want to admit it but his
thrusts were building up an orgasm within her body. As
always, the touch of a man's cock triggered the Curse
which would eventually trigger an orgasm. Anya tried
to deny it, hoping that he would cum before her.
Tatyana's ass rubbed against the nipples of her
upthrusted breasts. "MMMMMMNnnnnnn!" she groaned.

Drav easily ignored the thrashing of Anya's lower legs. Pinning her thighs
to his sturdy, broad chest, the vampire kept up the steady thrusting into
her. His cock wasn't nearly as long as Mayhem's or Gabriel's, but the
thickness kept splitting Anya's pussy wide each time. His veined cock
rubbed harshly against her inner walls, and the knobby head was just long
enough to grind against her inward spot. Between the friction on that spot
and her clit, the cock was definitely enough to drive the Curse higher and
higher.

"Can't...give...in!" she thought, pulling on the cables with all of her
depleted strength. She coldn't see it but the metal of the frame
actually began to bend inwards slightly. With each thrust, Anya reared
upwards from both the force and from feeling more aroused by him. The
muscles within her pussy kept up their squeezing as if to force Drav out
but all it did was stimulate them both all the more.

His balls slapped against Anya's firm, lifted ass as Drav plowed her like
a
robot might have. He never let out a groan, nothing to indicate his
arousal
other than that persistent pounding he was giving to Anya's tight cunt.

Feeling those heavy seed fill sacks bouncing off of her turned Anya on
like nothing else did. It was like some part of the Curse just wanted
her to be filled with that sticky liquid. If the twisting of her body
could've set her free then she would've been free a long time ago.
"Uhhhhhhh!!" she grunted.

Tatyana on the other hand was flying on the gusts of arousal. She was
grinding her seeping pussy into Anya's face. Back and forth her hips
humped
the young Amazon's face, blinding and nearly asphyxiating Anya. Keeping on
hand firmly in Anya's hair, her other went up to cup her own breast. She
pinched her nipples and kneaded her soft gland higher on her body. "Oh
God!
Drav! You were so right, she is wonderful!" she gasped out.

Trickles of her juices seeped into Anya's nostrals which caused her to
try and sneeze them back out. Unbeknownst to her, the action caused her
nose to rub up against Tatyana's clit when the spray came out of her
nose to impact against her. At that second the constant rubbing of her
pussy against Anya's face stopped. "Uh oh..." the girl thought.

Abruptly Tatyana jerked Anya's face into the vampiress's pussy and held
her
there. Her muscles spasming, Tatyana's head rolled backwards as she
stuffed
Anya's nose into her pussy. "DRRRAAAAAAVVVHHHHH!!"

Anya kept trying to pull her face from Tatyana even as she could feel
the other woman's pussy working against her as she came. "MMMMMMMNnnnn!"
the heroine tried to cry out but was silenced from the wet flesh against
her. As was the case when she couldn't breath, spots began to form
before Anya's closed eyes.

Tatyana rode the waves of passion like a statue. She held Anya's head
tightly between her thighs with the Amazon's face buried in her pussy. Her
body was taut, straining to stretch out the orgasm that was humming
through
her soul. As Drav penetrated Anya like a jackhammer, the captive Amazon's
own body was jerked back and forth, making her face grind against
Tatyana's
clit and pussy all the more.

As much as she could, Anya butted her head up against Tatyana's pussy in
order to make the woman cum harder. Hopefully that would make her
finally get off of her face so that she could finally breath. With the
male's harder thrusts, Anya's head bounced off of the head board on
several occasions. "Shit! OW!" she murmered from under the soaked pussy.

Anya's ass rubbed against Drav's rough, coarsely hairy thighs as each
thrust spread her pussy around his thick pole. Over and over his punched
inside Anya's sex, each time her entire body lurched in her bondage from
his insistent strength. Thick arms wrapped around her thighs and stumpy
fingers gripped her ass and held it up so he could plow her like a field.

The cables holding her legs had enoughslack in them that he was able to
lift her up slightly to increase his angle of thrusts. She could feel
how his fingers were digging in her buttocks like he wanted to rip her
apart. "C...can't...take much...more of...this!" she thought as the tip
of his cock began to bounce off of her cervex on a couple of thrusts.
The sensation back her arch her back even more.

Finally, Tatyana's fingers lost their strength and Anya's sweaty black
hair
slipped between them, allowing the young Amazon's face to fall away from
Tatyana's quivering pussy. She fell off to the side and onto the bed, her
pale body damp with sweat and still dazed from the orgasm that had rippled
through her. She leaned over and began to snuggle against Anya's very warm
body, her nose inching towards the heroine's neck.

The Amazon took several deep breaths the moment her face was clear of
the intruding pussy. It a took a few blinks to clear away the juice that
had covered her eyes as well. "Get...away!" Anya groweled and shoved
Tatyana's face away with a shove of her shoulder. She looked up to
finally see clearly the man that was molesting her and the man she very
nearly had killed.

Drav's face, now visible to Anya, was as blank as any statue. His broad
chest, covered in wispy black hairs was broad and bordered by her thighs
as
he kept up the relentless penetrations that were inching her Curse higher
and higher. Every thrust forced her full breasts to bound on her chest as
Drav kept up his thick thrusting.

Anya shook her head back and forth as she tried to deny what was
building up in her young body. Her tight pussy kept getting tighter with
each of Drav's thrusts as it bore down on his cock.
"Can'ttttttttt.....nnnnaaaaaaa!" she cried as her body began to spasm
on the bed. Her body almost lifting Drav right up as she exploded.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Anya cried as she came hard.

As Anya's pussy tightened and squeezed Drav's dick, his thrusts into her
sex slowed. The scent of her warm honey soaking his crotch drowned his
senses.

The familiar spasming of the muscles in her vagina grabbed and squeezed
at his cock. It was like the one place that hadn't been affected by the
Curse was right there. Drav was experiencing a tightness that he hadn't
ever felt before in all the long centuries of his existence. Each thrust
seemed to draw another scream out of her.

Tatyana was nuzzled into the screaming heroine's neck. Her eyes,
half-closed slits of liquid passion, locked onto the flushed throat. "So
hungry," she whispered hoarsely under her breath. "So very hungry..."

With the way Anya was thrashing about she couldn't her the quiet words
that Tatyana had said. The mear touch by the other woman almost
overwhelmed her already overloaded sense. The blood pounded through
Anya's arteries so hard that her they actually stood out a little on her
neck and forehead.

Drav struggled to keep up his thrusts into Anya's tight pussy. With every
penetration Drav grunted with effort and pleasure. Sweat rolled down his
body and her thighs to mingle with Anya's cum.

The perfumed honey was almost whipped into a froth from his thrusts. The
bed around Anya's head moved inward slightly as Drav placed his hands
just over her head so that he could thrust in even harder. He had to in
over to over come those muscles of her's. The feeling of him punching in
and out kept her orgasim rolling on even after it could've stopped.

Putting her hand to Anya's cheek, Tatyana pushed the heroine's face to the
side, baring the Amazon's throat to her. Hooking the strands of sweaty
black hair, Tatyana pulled it away. "So very hungry," she mumbled. Opening
her mouth, her incisors bare, she leaned up to Anya's blood-pumping
throat.

"Ahahahahahahahahah!" Anya moaned/panted with her eyes squeezed tightly
shut. The bed under her was soaked from both juice and sweat. When
Tatyana placed her lips against her throat, the Amazon quivered a bit
and whimpered but didn't react much else. With what Drav was doing, this
was nothing to her.

Just as Tatyana sank her fangs into Anya's throat, Drav went quiet.
Burying
his cock inside Anya's spasming sex one last time, Drav held himself
there.
Without a hint of noise, his organ exploded, sending his seed spraying
within Anya's womb.

Anya arched her body and pulled on the cables with all the strength that
she had left. Not to escape, but in a reaction from cumming once again.
"Naaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she cried out at feeling his cum filling her womb
and from her draining more of her blood. The metal bed posts all seemed
to fail at the sametime so that her limbs were finally free. However her
mind was a ball of mush from the exquisite orgasisms so she was in no
position to take advantage of it. All she could do was ride the waves
that rolled in her body.

Drav kept penetrating Anya, although much slower.
Long, heavy strokes of
his short, thick, spurting manhood rolled through
the Amazon girl's pussy.
Each time her body was opened wide, forcing her clit
to grind against the
throbbing veins in his now-purplish cockhead. Drav
had moved to the point
that he was now lying atop Anya.

His heavy body helped to prevent her from falling off
of the bed from the force of her shudders. She still
moved her hips in time with his while her muscles
tugged at his cock. "Ahhhahhhhahhh..." she moaned as
her arms fell off of the bed.

"MMmmmmhhh..." Tatyana moaned as the drank in the
delicious, powerful blood
of the young Amazon. Her hand reached up to cup
Anya's breast. Trapping the
hard nipple between her fingers, Tatyana squeezed
the nipple as she gently
kneaded Anya's heavy, jiggling mound.

Weakly, Anya pushed her breast up to try and force
more into the woman's hand. With every suck of her
blood, Tatyana made the Amazon even more weak then she
had been before. It was as if her life force was being
drained out through the two small holes.

"Da," Drav said, as if to some unspoken command. He
leaned to the opposite
side of Tatyana, his short, powerful chest weighing
down against Anya's
left side and compressing her other breast to her
body. He thrust himself
in one last time, then brought his face down.
Flushed but somehow pale,
Drav's dead black eyes looked over the enraptured
girl he was raping.
Without a flicker of emotion, Drav went past her
face and buried his own
above Anya's shoulder.

His cock stayed buried within her hot depths even as
he moved upwards. However it pulled at her pussy a
little more and made Anya whimper again. Even as she
did, her body turned a slightly more shade pale from
the amount of blood his companion had already taken.

"Da," he whispered, his breath hot against the side
of Anya's throat. "Da,"
he said, then sank his fangs into her neck.

Again Anya arched her body but this time only slightly
because of how weak she was. She instinctivly tried to
struggle because it felt like they were draining her
dry but the pair held the weak Amazon still.
"N...Noooooo...." Anya moaned as her eyes fluttered
closed.

The two vampires continued to drain Anya of her
precious blood. Neither had
tasted such succulent flesh in ages, and both could
feel the inrush of
strength swelling within them from the Amazon's
powerful body.

The heroine moaned a few more times before slipping
into unconciousness again. Her whole body became
totally limp as all of her strength ebbed away into
their mouths.

Drav's manhood stayed within the heroine, its
spurting of seed ebbing
slowly as the exhausted member softened. Tatyana
gently kneaded Anya's
breast as her face nuzzled between Anya's head and
shoulder. Soft lips
suckled hungrily at the blood in the Amazon's
throat.

When he had soften enough his cock slipped out of her
pussy followed by a gush of juice and cum. If either
of them had cared to notice, Anya's heart had begun to
slow down dramatically from its previous racing state.
Also her breath was so slight as to be almost
unnoticable.

The two vampires reached towards each other, across
the naked breasts of
the barely breathing Amazon they had just nearly
drained to death. "Drav,
she is so good," Tatyana told her companion. "We
must not kill her."
>
"Da," Drav replied in his dead, emotionless voice,
"we will keep her with us."
>
Tatyana smiled. She wasn't even close to tired,
especially after draining
the strength from their captive. "Drav, make love to
me," she said, her
eyes full of passion as her blood-red lips reached
for his...

As the pair of vampires fell upon each other they
shoved Anya off to the side. Just so that they might
have more room on the bed for their 'activities'.

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Hunters and Gatherers - Part 2


Two lovers lay dozing beside the bound brunette
beauty, the woman's head on
her lover's chest. Both were dozing off, finally
exhausted after hours of
blissful sex beside the slowly recovering Amazon the
two vampires had
drained hours before. The dingy basement apartment
the two used to avoid
the dangers of sunlight was dark and mostly silent,
the only sounds being
the breathing of the three people on the bed.

The deathly pale color that Anya's skin had taken when
the couple had been feeding on her had eventually
faded to normal. The Curse as well was slowly sinking
back to its normal self. However with the amount of
blood loss she had taken the heroine would be needing
a feeding herself and one rather quickly. When they
had finished with each other, Anya had been retied
with her wrists and ankles bound together.

Their serenity was shattered with the sounds of a
door being battered open.
Two rooms away three men wearing sophisticated
assault armor and DarkSight
goggles bolted into the living room, odd-looking,
magazine fed weapons at
the ready. "Room one clear," the first said softly
into a mini-microphone
attached to his helmet.
>
Two more people, another man and a woman entered as
the first three moved
in perfect assault formation to inspect the
dilapidated kitchen.
>
Drav's black eyes opened instantly, as the groggy
Tatyana lifted her head.
>
"Drav, wh.." she started to say before Drav put a
finger to her lips. He
moved out from under her and slipped off the bed.
>
With a degree of stealth not suspected in the body
of the stout vampire,
Drav circled the bed and looked out the doorway.
>
"TARGET!" one of the man barked the second Drav's
head poked out. He fired
his weapon which discharged with a powerful puff of
air.
>
"ARGGH!!" Drav roared as the first air-powered
wooden stake drove into his
shoulder. Before he could stumble back, the second
punctured his arm, and
the third grazed his bicep. He backed into the room
quickly as the assault
team charged towards the bedroom. "Tat, run!"
>
The vampiress was off the bed like a shot. She
grabbed Drav's arm and the
two ran through a door in the back of the bedroom.
As the first two members
of the assault team entered, they fired their
weapons. Punching holes in
the old, plaster wall after the two retreating
vampires, the wooden stakes
brought a shriek of pain from Tatyana.
>
The three men charged past the bound Amazon on the
bed. They followed the
two vampires into the dark hall, as the sounds of
footsteps receded to the
accompanying sounds of more firing.
>
The man in the back kneeled down next to Anya as the
woman stood guard. He
places two fingers to her throat. "This one's still
alive. Let's cut her
loose and get her out of here. We don't want those
two coming back before
we can rescue this poor, unfortunate girl."

Anya's eyes had opened just a crack at the sounds of
commotion around her but in her weak, hungry state she
was still muddled in her thinking. As flashlights
played on her body, the metal of both the cables
around her wrists and ankles reflected the light back
at the men. Also the grey bracelets on his wrists as
well. One of the men noticed a pile of ripped fabric
next to her bed in blue and red colors.
"W..what..who?" she sighed for momented before closing
her eyes again.

The leader of the assault team, as he cut away the cables binding her,
began adding up the information. Shining bracelets that seemed irremovable,
a red and blue costume, and the fact that this girl was still alive led him
to one conclusion.

Even while unconcious the heroine could tell when she had been released
from the cables. "Mmmmm..." she sighed softly while moving her limbs to
a more comfortable position. Small goose bumps broke out on Anya's skin
from the cooler, outside air moving into the room to replace the stuffy,
lust filled air.

He peered at the weakened Anya. "Hurry up, let's get this girl back to
base. I don't want those two beasts to return before we can save this girl."

"Don't worry, Commander," one of the three men said as they returned into
the room, followed by the other two. "They've escaped."

The leader's frown was stormy. "Explain," he said as he crossed Anya's arms
over her belly.

Anya licked her lips slightly and was about to turn over on to her side
when the man stopped her from doing it. "Want to..." she protested from
her sleep and gave a slight pouting like look.

"The two beasts turned into mist and escaped down a pipe and into the
sewers," the man reported. "Both were injured. I observed a chest injury to
the female, which might be fatal."

The commander was apparently unimpressed. "Very well, let's move on. This
girl needs attention now. I suspect," he told the four others, "that this
is the daughter of a former Ultra Woman. You two," he told the pair in
back, "you guard the retreat."

As the two in the rear shook off their surprise at the commanders statement
and readied their weapons again, the leader scooped Anya into his arms.
While the woman and other man lead the way, he quickly carried Anya out the
door, up a set of stairs, and carried her into what appeared to be an
innocuous moving van.

One of her arms hung down across his back while the other bounced off
his body as he carried her. Anya's face was obscured by her long hair as
she rest her head on the man's shoulder. Also in his hands were the
remains of her uniform along with her golden lasso. The sweet smell
coming from between her thighs told him what had probably been done to
the poor girl.

While the others were getting inside the back of the panelled van, the
commander already had Anya on a stretcher.

This time when she attempted to turn over on to her side her allowed it
and then covered her nude body with a blanket. Ever so slowly, one eye
cracked open just a tiny bit. "What...the...hell?" she thought as she
closed the eye again so as not to let on that she was awake.

The commander sat next to Anya as the woman in the
group checked the young
Amazon's vital signs. "She's recovering, sir." She
screwed her mouth to the
side as she checked the medical equipment. "She
recovering almost too
quickly for what apparently happened to her back
there."
>
The commander of the group nodded. "That makes
sense. If she's an Amazon,
like these hint at," he said, lifting her arm up to
show the silvery
bracelet on Anya's wrist, "she will recover quickly.
It's a good thing we
were able to get her out of there though, those
vampiric beasts would have
bled her to death for their own demonic needs."

"So that's what happened...." Anya thought after
listening to them. She figured they were vampire
hunters from the way they talked. Anya hadn't come
across them before but she knew they existed. She also
knew they wouldn't be too thrilled to know they had
saved a half-vampire.

The group went quiet as they all watched the Amazon
in the van with them,
all thoughts their own...

The heroine kept pretending to be unconcious since she
was still so weak. Before she could hope to escape
Anya knew she would have to feed first. "But how to do
that...." she thought as they bounced down the road.

-----------------------
>
The van drove for about twenty minutes, meaning
somewhere moderately nearby
in the dense urban setting of Megapolis. The doors
to the van opened and
the gurney onto which Anya had been strapped was
wheeled through a garage
and into a medical bay.

She risked cracking her eye lid open to catch a glimps
of the area. It looked like some sort of underground
garage that hadn't been used in awhile from the dirt
and stains on the walls. There were plenty of building
like that all over the city so that didn't Anya a clue
as to where she was.

"Jeremy, keep an eye over her," the commander
ordered one of his men, "just
in case. We don't know what those beasts might have
done to her, or if they
might even come back and get this poor thing for
another of their rituals."

"And if they do their asses are mine...." she thought.

"Yes sir," Jeremy replied as he pushed the gurney
into the medical bay.
>
Jeremy and the woman unstrapped Anya and, lifting
her gently, placed her on
the bed. The woman began to connect small pads to
parts of Anya's body
while Jeremy watched the Amazon's body out of the
corner of his eye.

A blanket was tucked under her chin but they didn't
strap her down again. With the way the blanket was
fitted you still got a very good idea of the curves
underneath it. The lasso and clothing was placed on a
shelf next to the bed as well.

Finally the woman had Anya connected to the medical
monitors. "I'll come
back in an hour to check on her, but I think she'll
be fine with some rest."

"An hour?" Anya thought. "Plenty of time for a quite
feed and then to get out of here." Being among a group
that was dedicated to hunting people like her tended
to make Anya feel like an univited guest. "Although it
might be fun to scam them for anything I could get..."
That concept did make her think.

Jeremy nodded as the woman left him alone with Anya.
He watched until his
comrade was gone, then turned back to Anya. "Damn,"
he mumbled under his
breath, "So this is what Amazons look like? No
wonder everyone gets in a
bunch about them..."

"I beg you pardon?" she thought with a mental growl.
"Maybe ones like that so-called Ultra Woman...." Anya
had heard the latest about how the blond had been
captured, raped, and then strapped to a statue in the
a park. Of course all the tourists took pictures of
the latest attraction in the city. She thought it was
hilarious.

Leaning back against the wall, he slipped off his
helmet and shook loose
his bleached blonde hair. He leaned his weapon
against the wall next to
him, and watched Anya and her incredible Amazon body
lie on the bed..

The blanket rose and fell from the actions of the well
formed mounds underneath it. She could see it but she
'felt' his eyes upon her. "Bet I can use that..." Anya
figured as she took into account the man's lust
factor. "No time like the present to get out of here
either...."

Suddenly, Anya sat up and let the blanket drop away
from her. Before the man could say a word she was
already swinging her legs off the bed. The monitoe
patchs falling off as she did so.

The man gaped at the beautiful girl sitting up in
the bed. "Hey!
Wait...um...Ultra Girl!" he said, not knowing really
how to refer to her.
He knew the city had an Ultra Woman, and that one
blue sleeve with the red
stars on it did remind him of one of those two Ultra
Girls that Megapolis
had seen. "You're sick.."

"Ultra...who?" she thought as she slowly got to her
feet. Not from an erotic reason but because her
muscles ached. "Oh yeah... Ultra Girl. They must've
found the costume..." She caught a glimpse of it out
of the corner of her eye and saw the lasso with it.
"Yep and so they figured I'm here. Not a problem cuz I
can use that.."

His words dried up at her unblemished, nude body. He
hadn't had time to
admire it before, but this girl was incredible.
High, firm breasts that
seemed large for a girl in such good shape. He'd
bumped into them, not
completely by accident, when he had helped carry her
before. He knew they
were real, which still amazed him.

Slowly Anya made her way across the floor on her bare
feet. All the while she stared at the man with her
eyes focused on his neck. "Don't want to drain him too
much... Just enough to take the edge off things." She
told herself. However she also knew in her present
condition it would be likely that she would take much
more.

Then he noticed the odd look in her violet eyes. 'Ho
baby! Look how horny
this babe is! Huey, this is your lucky night!'

When she before him she placed a foot between him and
his weapon. Just to make it a little harder for him to
get it. "Don't want a fight so I'll have to take this
easy..." Anya leaned in to begin to lick at the base
of his throat. Her tongue tasting the salt on his skin
while feeling the faint beat of his heart.

Huey had heard that the Amazons had some weird thing
with sex, but he had
studied vampires, not Amazons. "Hell, maybe they
heal using sex. Who am I
to judge?" he chuckled to himself.

As she sucked on his Adam's apple, she felt it move
slightly. Anya increased her suction and tried to stop
its movements. Eventually though she continued on to
the other side of his neck. Searching for the other
artery.

The guard closed his eyes as the exotic girl licked
his throat. He put his
arms around her naked body and could feel the
muscles beneath the taut
skin. "This armor is awful tight," he said, broadly
hinting to her. "I
could help you heal a lot more if I didn't have it
on."

"Oh I just know you can," she whispered to him. She
was very tempted just to open her mouth wide and bite
but she wanted his blood to be at its peak that
passion could raise it to. Besides, with all that
armor on she wasn't sure she could keep holding him
up. He might make a clatter if he suddenly fell on to
the floor.

He bent his head down to look at her. Her eyes were
violet, a color of eyes
he'd never seen before. It made him want the exotic
beauty even more.

Anya stared deeply into the man's eyes, letting her
vampiric gaze attempt to take hold of his will. At the
same time her fingers searched over the armor looked
for any release catchs. When it seemed he might be
trying to say something, Anaya silenced him with a
deep kiss that locked their mouths together.

"WhaaMmmmmm..." His eyes glazed over as he gazed
down towards Anya. His
muttered complaint was stifled by the soft lips of
the vampiric Amazon.

To amke sure he couldn't say anything she pressed her
tongue passed his lips and into his mouth. It easily
overpower the man's to take control. One of her hands
found a strap and followed it down to the breastplate
of his armor.

Her fingers searched under the side of the chest
plate of his armor. With a
pop of a latch, the strap on his left shoulder
loosened. The other latch
opened at the hands of the nimble girl and his
entire chest plate,
including the neck guard, fell into her arms.

With a quick toss, the metal plate landed on the bed
she had recently occupied. Anya noticed that the man
wasn't responding anymore. Not to push her away or to
take charge of the situation. "Looks about right," she
thought as she looked deeper into his eyes as she
broke the kiss.

He stood there staring at Anya, his eyes glazed and
vacuous. He wasn't
particularly handsome, but being a soldier type, he
was in perfect
conditioning. Standing blankly before Anya, he was
in the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you have a seat on the bed where we can be
more comfortable?" she asked sweetly as she kept
looking at him. Anya took one of his hands in her's
and led him over there. The man shuffled along like he
was sleep walking. "That's a good boy... Just sit
right down on the edge." She pushed the plate out of
the way and stayed by his side.

Wordlessly the soldier walked to the bed and sat on
the side, making the
bed creak with his own weight and that of his armor
and equipment he still
wore from the waist down.

Out of the corner of her eye Anya could tell that the
man was quite aroused. "Mmmmmm...nice," she thought
before mentally shaking her head. "Not now you idiot.
We've got enough trouble besides getting into that
situation!" Anya moved her head slightly so that she
couldn't see his groin area.

He stared at Anya with eyes wide and glassy. His
muscular chest rose and
fell evenly, his crewcut head narrow and following
her every movement. He
was entirely within her power, overwhelmed by a
power he had never
experienced, at least not one combined with such
feral sexuality as Anya
exuded.

"Now just sit there quietly while I take care of
business..." she said to him softly. One of her hands
reached around to cup the back of his neck while the
other covered her mouth. In the blink of an eye,
Anya's lips were at the man's neck and in one familiar
motion her incisors punctured the flesh of his neck.
Quickly, his blood filled her mouth which she drank
down with a hunger. "Mmmmm....gooooodddd...." she
thought.

"Gaaahhh..." the soldier groaned as Anya's teeth
sank into his throat. He
raised his hands up as if to push her away, but they
froze in place. Still
held by her will, the soldier couldn't resist the
draining of his strength.

His faint sounds were muffled by the hand that was
tightly placed over his mouth. The warm blood flooded
Anya's mouth which she swallowed just as quickly. With
each swallow she could feel a portion of her strength
returning to her. It would be hours at least before
she regained her Amazon powers but at least she would
have her vampiric ones.

Slowly the soldier was weakening at the hands of the
hungry Amazon
vampiress. He gradually slumped back, forcing Anya
to hold him steady. His
glazed eyes closed as his will and strength faded.

She felt his skin getting colder with each suck of her
mouth. Even though it was so tempting to keep on going
Anaya tapered the draining off so as not to kill the
man. He would just be very weak for serveral days.
"Mmmmm...." she sighed as she pulled her lips from his
neck. "That was good..."

"Hey! What are you...shit!" a female voice
exclaimed. The medic that had
been caring for Anya was gaping at the Amazon, and
at the blood that
stained her lips. "Help!" the female soldier yelled.
Taking a quick step
back, she smashed her fist into a thin plate of
glass over a red button.

"Oh shit!" the Amazon thought to herself as she
launched herself towards the woman. One of her arms
scooping up her lasso and uniform as it laid on the
shelf. The man slumped to the bed after being
released.

The entire base came alive with the penetrating
noise of the alarm system...

In a flash Anya threw the lasso towards the woman.
"Shut that thing off!" she commanded even before the
golden rope was around her.

The woman could only gasp as the thin, golden rope
fell across the outside
of her arms and was pulled tight. "Hey! I..." Her
eyes glazed over, much
like the male soldier's had. "It...the alarm can
only be turned off at the
security room," she told Anya.

"Shit! It would have to be!" she said frowning. Her
plan to just sneak out of the place was blown to
pieces the moment the alarm sounded. Now she would
have to bulldoze her way through an alerted security
system. "Shit!" she growled again.

The alarm continued to blare throughout the base. As
the soldier slumped
backwards onto the bed, his face pale from the blood
loss, the female
soldier stood before Anya, trapped within the coil
of the lasso.

"Go join your friend on the bed and take a nap," Anya
commanded the woman. Without any protest she sat down
on the bed and proceeded to go to sleep. "Nighty night
bitch," she said as she pulled the lasso from her.
"Now to get going before they get too prepared..."

Abruptly the alarm's ear-piercing cries stopped,
making the ensuing silence
seem all the more empty. After only a few seconds,
Anya heard a tinkling of
metal. Down at the floor came the noise, as a small
metal ball, grooved
evenly, bounced into the medical bay from beyond the
open door. Anya could
make out a tiny lens peeking around the corner of
the door.

Her eyes widened at see the object, not sure it it was
a grenand or what.. "Wusses!" she also thought at
glimpsing the scope. "Not enough guts to come in here
themselves!"

As the grooved metal ball bounced towards her, it
suddenly popped and
disappeared into a growing cloud of gas.

Not wanting to be in the same room as the gas, Anya
launched herself through the open door. She knew there
was probably others out there but the odds were
certainly better then staying in the room.

With a faint sob, the female medic, still numb from
the commands Anya and
her lasso had forced upon the medic, fell back onto
the lap of her fellow
vampire hunter in a gassed swoon.

The first thing she did when she was through the door
was to grab for the throat of the person holding the
scope and who was too chicken to come into the room.

"Vampire escapPUGRKK!!" gasped the choking soldier
as Anya lifted him off
his feet by his throat. In his hand was another of
the guns that fired
wooden stakes. With an easy chop of Anya's hand, he
dropped the weapon to
the floor.

The way the poor man's eyes almost bulged out of his
skull almost brought a grin to her lips. He tried to
claw at Anya's fingers but she held him easily. "Just
the one of you?" she said. "Well then I'll forgive you
for being a wuss." She was about to toss him into the
gas filled room when movement caught the corner of her
eye.

As that moment two more of the anti-vampire soldiers
rushed into view at
the end of the forty foot hallway that lead to the
medical bay. One
immediately dropped to one knee and aimed the
stake-gun at Anya.

"Goody," she said as she adjusted her grip on the now
unconcious soldier. Her fingers held his uniform
rather then his throat since she didn't really want to
hurt him too much. With the stake-guns the others had,
this man and his armor would provide good protection
for her naked body.

"Wait!" the second one barked. He pulled a tube at
the end of a small
square box, with a handle at the base of the box. He
pointed it towards
Anya, which allowed her to see the glass that
covered the opening of the
tube. "Watch your eyes, firing up the solar
vampgun."

"The want??" Anya thought as she ducked behind her
'shield' as much as could. Hopefully the armor would
protect the man and herself from whatever fancy thing
they were using. At the same moment Anya brought up
her other wrist who's hand was holding her lasso and
shredded uniform.

As he depressed the trigger, like some kind of scifi
phaser, fired a fine
beam of solar light at Anya...

The end of the corridor was filled with the standard
bluish ball of light that signaled a transformation.
Before it had been completed the light beam touched
Anya's exposed thigh. "Shit!!" she yelled as she got
an instant sunburn on that spot. However nothing more
then that happened.

When the ball of light faded the men could see what
appeared to be their comrade running towards them
backwards. As he got closer it was revealed that he
was actually being held up by one pissed off Amazon
who's uniform smoldered in several spots from the
light gun. The soldier holding the stake-gun got the
body thrown at him while Anya went after the other
one.


The man tried to aim the weapon, but was reluctant to take a chance of
hitting his friend. Before he could decide what to do, his friend bowled
him over. Both sprawled backwards with a heavy grunt and the clattering of
the solar gun as it bounced across the floor.

By the time the man had recovered his senses and disentangled himself
from the unconcious body of his comrade Anya hoped to be far away from
here. She spared a glance at them from the corner of her eye to make
sure they weren't a threat anymore. With that finished she turned her
attention to his comrade. All of this had taken but an instant.

The other man wasn't nearly as easy. He fired one of the stakes at Anya
which the Amazon simply deflected with a bracelet.

The stake smashed into the side of the corridor and was instantly
reduced to splinters. "He's trying to kill me!" she thought, becoming
even moer peev'ed. "Now I can't all that to happen and I have to teach
him a lesson about good manners..."

The leader was more cautious. He had learned from the many vampires he had
hunted during his life. He waited in an alcove, not moving as Anya rushed
by towards the soldier. In his hand was a small item. It was a square of
cloth that fit neatly into his palm, with a narrow glass vial. For now it
would contain the fluid within and not alarm the sensitive nostrils of the
lovely vampire rushing by, but when he was in a better position, he could
break the thin glass and release the chemicals into the cloth pad.

"Backup!" yelped the soldier as Anya reached him. He swung the butt of his
rifle around towards her chin, but to the Amazon his movements were glacial.

Anya's hand caught the rifle butt with her hand before he had barely
moved it. With a simple twist of her hand she pulled the rifle from his
hand as he looked on dumbly. "Now you shouldn't be plahying with such
dangerious toys buster..." The rifle went flying back down the corridor
after she tossed it back towards the medical bay. "I'm just going to
have to teach you a lesson!" Anya kicked at the man's shin which brought
him to his knees as he clutched his leg in a shriek of pain. That was
follwed by a blow to his head that cracked the helmet but only caused
him to go unconcious. If it wasn't for that protection, her blow might
have cracked his skull wide open.

The soldier dropped from Anya's grip to the floor with a soft thud, like a
bundle of towels wrapped around a rock. With a final grown, he slumped
numbly into the world of darkness.

"Now to get out of this place...."

The faintest sound of glass crunching reached Anya's left ear as the leader
brought the pad around her head. His other hand quickly slipped between her
right arm and her body. Using the cyberskeleton that not only gave his aged
body the ability to walk but also gave him greater than normal strength, he
brought his hand around Anya's body to firmly grab her breast on the
opposite side of her body.

"Lemme go you bastard!!!!" she yelled. From the slight whiff of
chemicals that her nostrals caught Anya knew exactly what was happening.
Her body wriggled like an eel as she tried to get free of him. Her arms
pulled at the arm that encircled her body and were just beginning to win
the battle when the harsh scent of chemicals increased suddenly.

He put the chemical soaked pad to Anya's nose and mouth and pulled her head
back against his chest. "Breath it in, you beast," he hissed at Anya as his
strength-enhanced grip gave her full mound a hard squeeze.

Anya tried to to breath but her exhertions were making that quite
difficult. Even worse was that the man's manipulations to her her breast
helped to trigger the Curse again. While most of her Amazon strength was
still gone the feelings it produced her very distracting to her. And
this was a moment when she couldn't be distracted at all!

He wasn't certainly no stronger than her, but he had caught Anya by
surprise. He lifted her off her feet and pulled her backwards; the leader
had years of experience dealing with the powers of vampires and knew better
than to give her any leverage to use against him.

The fumes from the pad slowly penatrated her body even though she still
held her breath. "MMMmmmmmmm!!" she yelled from her throat. One of her
hands kept pulling at the hand on her breast while the other pulled on
the one covering her mouth. All the while she thrashed in his tight
grip.

"Sleep, you beast," he snarled into Anya's ear as he gave her breast
another squeeze.

As he held on to her, his body was slammed into the corridor walls
several times from her motions. However the more he kept the pad on her
mouth slower she got. When the man accidently tweaked her nipple, Anya
gasped and took in a deep breath of the chemicals into her lungs. Slowly
her eyes began to close...

The leader of the Hunters gave Anya's nipple a last pinch. Grunting
approvingly at the lack of reaction he got from her, the man let the Amazon
girl fall to the floor. With a nudge of his boot, he flipped Anya onto her
back.

"Filthy beast."

 

[mypgems]

Anya - Hunters and Gatherers - Part 3


Anya slowly awakened from her drugged sleep with the sensation of raw
pleasure flooding through her body. Bright lights flooded her vision as the
brunette beauty found that her wrists were bound together and draped over
her head and tied to a steel beam.

"Uhhh...." she thought, not wanting to open her eyes because they felt
so heavy. "I...hate those...chemicals.... Gives me...a headache..."
Suddenly Anya felt soemthing that caused her eyes to spring open wide.
"SHIT!!!" she tried to yell but there was something preventing any words
from coming. What had awakened her was feeling something in her most
private of areas.

Her legs were spread wide around the sides of a man's hips. He had a tight
grip on her ass. Pulled forward so her feet were off the floor, her knees
were bent and bouncing to the steady thrusts of the man's cock penetrating
her pink pussy.

Anya pulled wildly at the cables binding her wrists but whatever they
had used didn't give even a millimeter. It was strong enough that if she
had been at her full powered self she wouldn't have been able to break
it. And the beam... Perhaps if she was Nova, the lusty alien superhero
her mother had warned her about, she could've bent it but not now. Her
feet kicked at the man's ass but her struggled just seemed to encourage
him on.

She was also gagged by a thick white ball that was strapped to her head.
The strong aroma of garlic wafted up from a strand of buds that had been
draped around Anya's neck like a Hawaiian lei. Anya was surrounded by a
series of lamps that would have hurt a normal vampire, but for the
half-vampiric/half-Amazonian Anya, it only made sweat roll down her naked
body.

"I HATE garlic!" she thought as she tried to move her head to get rid of
the necklace. The touch of it didn't harm her, and eating it just made
her quite sick, but the smell was horrible to Anya's nostrals. The
necklace seemed to get caught in her hair each time she was about to get
it off of her neck. "Shitshitshit!" she tried to yell but the words
stayed in her throat.

The leader stood to the side, by a door, watching his soldier ravishing
Anya. "I would normally never allow my men to be this close to a disgusting
beast as yourself, but they demanded payback for the injuries you caused them."

"You...call this payback???!" she thought, staring daggers at the man.
"Just wait until I get some fucking payback!!"

Anya's rapist kept slamming his long, thick cock into her pussy, but he
paused long enough to grin at Anya. A welt from the blow to his head was
purplishly along the side of his face. "Yeah, you damn vampire."

One thrust deep into her pussy made her close her eyes for a second as
she gave a small grimace of pain. As always, thick juice dribbled on to
the floor as it leaked from her pussy. "I....should've caved....in your
head!" she yelled/murmored at him when she recognized the soldier for
being the one she had cracked a helmet on.

"Enjoy her men. When you are finished, tell me." He gave Anya a dark,
hateful glare. "This beast's execution awaits."

"My WHAT???!" she thought, struggling more.

He was steadily pounding his cock in and out of Anya as his hands lifted
and parted her asscheeks. He wasn't long, but certainly thick enough to
grind against Anya's clit and her inner walls well enough to force the
Curse to blast through her mind.

She still hadn't recovered her Amazon strength and with the Curse acting
on her it would certainly be awhile before they came back. "I think the
bastards...are serious...about this!" Anya looked around wildly for
someway to escape but she coldn't find one that she could see.
"Gabriel...where's the hell are you when I need you!"

A hand slapped Anya on the ass from behind as it's partner reached around
to grip her full breasts. "Got room for more, you animal?" growled another
of the men Anya had defeated. A wet, velvety point pressed between Anya's
spread cheeks. "Actually, I don't care," he added, as he thrust upwards
into the Amazon's ass.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMNNN!!" Her body surging upwards, trying to escape the hard
cock that was trying to force its way into her. "Get that out!!!" As she
pulled away, the hand on her breast tightened and began to pull her back
down on to him. At the same the the soldier who was in her pussy pressed
against her more so that Anya was being squeezed between the two of
them.

The two men pressed Anya tightly between their hard
masculine bodies. Anya
was pulled downwards by the men's combined grips.
Her arms were stretched
upwards in the cables binding her as the two men
thrust their hard members
in and out of Anya's two orifices.

She didn't know which was more painful: the cock in
her ass or having her arms pulled from their sockets.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried out from behind the gag. The
men's arms encircled her body to make sure her weak
struggles didn't let her get away. Anya's lovely
breasts and plump ass cheeks flattened against both of
the men's bodies.

"How do you like this?" the man behind her hissed in
Anya's ear. "Feel like
kicking me in the face still, you filthy animal?"

"I...I wish I had...cave...your head...in!!" she
exclaimed in her throat as she tried to push his cock
out of her ass. "And...if I get my hands...on you...I
will!!"

The one in front of Anya only watched the young
Amazon with a sexually
flushed, feral grin. The two men started up a
thrusting motion. As one
drove his hard cock inside the Amazon's firm body,
the other retracted.
Back and forth they went, one penetrating her sex,
then the other driving
into her ass.

Each thrust seemed to blast new sensations into the
girl's mind and kept her off balance so that it was
hard to fight it. "Can't...l...let them...w...win!"
she thought, shaking her head wildly. "Can'ttttt!!"
Her body shuddered with each wave of pleasure that
rolled throughout its voluptious features.

The two men ravishing Anya grunted with effort as both strained to bring
themselves off and drive the Amazon girl crazy with pleasure.

"Hey, maybe she'll like what she does to others," grinned the man behind
her. Grabbing Anya by her tousled hair, he pulled her head back which kept
her from shaking it any longer. With her throat bare, he began to suck on
her neck. "How's that feel, beast? Like what you do to others?" he
whispered in Anya's ear.

She tried to pull free of him but the grip he had on her hair was too
strong. All she could do was groan as he performed a ghastly parody of a
vampire sucking blood on her neck. While he was concentrating on that,
his thrusts slowed but his companion made up the difference with even
harder ones. Ones that made Anya's soft ass bounce off of his thighs.
Eventually the feeling of that overrode whatever pleasure he got fromt
he sucking and began to match the thrusts.

Like the pistons of a Harley, the rigid cocks punched into Anya both front
and rear. One filled her pussy to its depths and ground against her hard,
aroused clit; then the man behind her would thrust upwards into her ass,
filled her rear channel as deeply as he could go.

Involuntarily Anya's ass and pussy bore down on their cocks and they had
to grunt with effort in order to move them. As was always the case, the
tightness and smell of an Amazon in lust drove them wild with desire.
The man who's cock was in her pussy suddenly bent down and for several
moments sucked on one of the hard nipples presented so enticingly to his
mouth. Anya groaned louded and uttered a cry when as he pulled his head
away kept his lips on the nipple to stretch out the heavy breast. When
he let go, it rebounded back into her chest and made her gasp anew.

"Ah...ah...ahhh...ahhhh..." moaned the man in front of Anya. Her face
flushed, he was getting very close to his release. His balls dripped with
his sweat and the rolling honey of the aroused Amazon as they swung and
slapped upwards against Anya's flesh. He kept his hands her hips and held
them down.

With each thrust the heavy, cum filled balls slapped against Anya's ass
cheeks just below his partner's cock. She tried to fight it but with
each thrust they were bringing her closer and closer to a huge orgasm.
"Mmmmm....mmmMmmm....MMMMMMMM!!!" she grunted from behind the gag. Anya
felt the man behind her reach around to grasp a swollen breast with one
of his meaty hands. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!!" came a cry as it felt like he was
trying to squeeze milk out of the heavy flesh.

"You aren't an Ultra Girl like we thought," his partner whispered as he
bent Anya's head back to his shoulder. "But for a bloodsucking monster,
you're a good fuck."

"Ahhh...aahhhh...aaahhhh..." grunted the man fucking Anya's pussy as he
rammed himself up into her body and held his manhood there. His balls rose
upwards as his hands squeezed her hips. "AAHHHHH!!"

Her pussy was suddenly flooded with hot cum as the man's cock unloaded
inside of her with hard jerks of his cock. "MMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Anya groaned
as the Curse triggered the orgasm that had been building within her
body. The blood pounded in her ears prevented her from hearing the
groans of pleasure and pain fromt he men as her muscles _squeezed_ both
of their cocks. With how sweaty her body was, they had a hard time
holding the thrashing Amazon still as she exploded in orgasm after
orgasm.

"Aaaaahhh!!" groaned the cumming man as the wet
sheath hugged his cock. He
couldn't move, his dick was locked into place within
the constricting walls
of Anya's spasming pussy. It wasn't painful for the
man, but he was trapped
as his cum spurted into the Amazon's womb.

The pulsating walls of her pussy seemed to be milking
his cock to draw out every drop of his seed.
"Uhhhhhhhhaahhhhh!!" she moaned as thrashed about
between both of their muscled bodies.

The man behind Anya was straining just to hold Anya
in place. The sweaty,
slippery body of the Amazon was a tough hold, but
the
man kept a tight grip
on Anya's hair, forcing her head back against his
shoulder. His other hand
squeezed her breast, pinning her back to his chest.

Her anus tightened around the other man's cock so that
he got the same sensations his partner was feeling.
The force of her orgasms were gradulally dying but
they were still like nothing either man had ever
experienced before!

"Oh fuck," the man behind Anya groaned. His fingers
around the globe of her
mammary ground into her chest as his cock in her ass
strained. "FUUUCK!!"
he yelped as his own hot seed spurted into the raped
Amazon. His hands
pulled Anya back against his body as he rose up on
his toes to keep his
cock inside the writhing Amazon.

Again, the blasts of cum into her brought another
orgasm from her weakened body. This one wasn't as
massive as the previous ones but still caused her to
scream from her throat. The man in front pressed his
body to her's so as to keep his deflating cock from
slipping from her pussy.

Meanwhile, two other men were watching, as the
female medic blushed
furiously at the erotic ravishing of the beautiful
brunette sandwich.

"MMmmmmmmnnnn...." Anya sighed as her head rested on
the man's shoulder. Her eyes were shut while her body
kept up its shudders. The two men were panting as they
held her up by pressing their bodies against hers.
Their hands rubbing and stroking her sweaty body.

The two men sandwiching Anya held themselves inside
her as their cocks
spurted the last of their seed into the ravished
girl. The caressed her
burning flesh, forcing the sweat to roll in heavy
drops down her body until
it gathered at her nipples and toes and dripped to
the floor to join her
Amazon cum.

Each of them jabbed his cock in as deeply as he could
as if try and find the deepest points of her passages.
All there actions did was to pull out another small
shudder from Anya as she tried to recover from the
shattering ogasims she had experience. Her abdomin
felt almost bloated from the amount of cum that the
men had pumped into her.

Finally the man behind her pulled out of Anya's
tight ass, which allowed
his seed to seep out. He stumbled back from her,
releasing his grip on her
hair as he did. "Damn," he muttered as he stumbled
away, still overwhelmed
by the power of the Amazon's orgasm.

"Mmmmmnnnnnn...." she moaned from behind the gag as
her head flopped foreward to almost land on the other
man's shoulder. The cum in her ass leaking out slowly
due to how her anus tightened almost as in response to
prevent another intrusion.

The other one gave Anya a wan, worn out smile and
pulled himself from her
next. Not as exhausted, he gave her sweaty breast a
playful slap and backed
away. He fell into a chair, his flaccid cock
glistening and sticky.

Anya hung from the cables around her wrists as her
body swayed slightly. Her head hung low with her chin
almost on her breasts with her nostrals flaring as she
gasped for breath. The tangled mass of hair on her
head covered her face so that the audience couldn't
see it.

Another man, this one goateed and muscular, stepped
forward. His uniform
pants bulged outwards as his eyes burned. The show
had definitely given him
a taste for the beautiful brunette. "Hose her down.
After I get my turn
with his animal, we will burn her."

His words slowly made it into Anya's befuddled mind
and her chin lifted up slightly. "N....no..." she
thought, her hands tightening on the cables the
covered her wrists. "Not...not again...." Anya's
knuckles went white as she tried in vain to break the
metal. Her body shivering to the pleasure of the men
watching her as she did so.

The man grinned at the expression on Anya's face. He rubbed his hands
together, then opened them and reached for Anya's bare breasts. "Forget it.
I'll take the beast now..."

----------

The nightmare continued for the young Amazon. The vampire hunters put Anya
in ever tighter bondage as they took turns raping her. One at a time, two
at a time, even three at a time, the men ravished and raped her perfect
Amazon body until her mind finally shut down...

----------

"...she's waking up now, go get the leader," a man said as Anya slowly
returned to the land of the living.

"Uhhhhhhhhh...." Anya moaned as her mind regained conciousness. Her body
ached so much from the abuse it had taken that it was hard to think. She
was able to slowly open her bloodshot eyes to see hazy images before
her. The last thing Anya could remember was several of the men standing
around her and cumming on her naked body before they assaulted her once
again. It took a couple shakes of her head, which caused her to moan
again, to clear her sight enough to see what was around her.
"W...what...the h...hell..."

As a man scurried off, the other ten members of the vampire hunter team
watched Anya with smug, victorious expressions. Anya's feet were a good
five feet off the ground, but only a couple of feet from the collected logs
and dry brush that had been piled under her. A thick wooden post had been
buried in the ground and pointed skyward for fifteen feet. Around it, Anya
had been bound tightly with metal cables. At her ankles, waist, and below
her breasts, the cables held her to post. A crossbeam was fitted at Anya's
shoulders and her arms, tied at the wrists, elbows, and above her biceps,
were stretched out to each side. She matched the tall T-shaped stake in
lovely miniature. Her dark red and blue costume hung from her Amazon body
in torn strips and shreds.

Instinctivly she pulled on cables but they must've been the same ones
they had used before because she couldn't break them. The wood she could
break, if it wasn't so thick and that she was still so weake from the
orgasms the men had inflicted on her. "Least the bastards gave me my
clothes back," she thought as she saw somebody walking towards her.
"They really mean to burn me at the stake? That's so....outdated!"

The leader, his white goatee reflecting the faint few rays of the oncoming
dawn, walked up to Anya. The other men and two women that aided him all
stood around her, half of them bearing burning torches.

With the way all the others were being deferential to him Anya knew this
must be the boss. She stared at his face, not to try and hypnotize him,
but to burn his features into her memory. "I'm going to get free of this
and then I'm going to pay you a visit...." she thought.

"Now you shall meet your fate, beast," the leader intoned to her. "The
fires will purify your body from the evils that inhabit it as the sun
purifies your soul. Do you have any last words?"

Anya cleared her throat and spat a wad of phelgm at the man's feet.
"Yeah get me some sun glasses cuz the light is in my eyes," she growled.
"And I don't need any 'purifying by a bunch of rapists the likes of
you!"

The man with the silvery beard glanced down at the
sputum amidst the grass
and back up at Anya. Smug and silent, he stepped
back from her. And nothing
happened.

"Can we get on with this already?" Anya asked in an
almost impatient tone. "I really want to do my escape
and get home for a long bath."

The men and one woman gathered around the staked
Anya seemed to be waiting
for the first streams rays of dawn. Torches burned
brightly, lighting up
the natural surroundings and flickering off the
cables holding the young
Amazon. A gentle morning breeze blew across Anya's
mostly naked body.

The heroine just shook her head slightly as she tested
the strength of the cables again. "Jeez what a way to
run things..." she thought. "Least I'll shock them
when I don't vanish in a puff a smoke when the sun
hits me. Maybe they'll think I'm not a vampire
then...Nah. They're too much the fanatic for that."

To Anya's right, a light grew from beyond the trees.
All the vampire
hunters, as if with one thought, turned towards the
growing light.

"Sir?" one of the men said softly, holding out his
torch to the leader. "Dawn."

Her sharp hearing heard the words and Anya's head
perked up to look at the growing like. "I think that
guy needs a compass..." She stared hard, trying to
make out what was happening.

The silvery man took the torch in hand, but his face
was no longer smug,
but bemused. His dark frown widened into growing
alarm. "That's not east..."

Like a volcano erupting, blinding light flashed down
on the circle of
people. Men yelped in alarm and jerked their heads
away, some dropping
torches down onto the dew-covered grass. All put
hands before their eyes
protectively as the blinding light came closer.

"SHIT!!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Even beneath her closed lids the light almost seemed
unbearable. At the same time Anya began to pull on the
cables again, this time much harder. She might not be
able to break the metal but maybe the wood...

As blinded as her captors, Anya couldn't see
anything either. She could
hear a few guns popping off rounds into the sky and
heard the leader of the
group ordering men to light the bonfire. Moments
later, Anya heard the
crackling of flames beneath her and the rising heat
against her feet.

Anya's nostrals flared as the scent of burning wood
reached them. "Now this is not good..." she thought as
the wood began to crack under her tugs. Without the
extra strength provided by her Amazon heritage it
would take time to break the wooden beam. More time
then Anya knew she had...

"You must be as smart as I heard your mom was," a
feminine voice abruptly
said from behind Anya. A hissing of heat then a jerk
of strength and the
cables around Anya's left wrist were torn away.
"Mother said she was always
in trouble," the voice continued as Anya's entire
arm was freed. In half a
minute, the cables were burned and snapped away from
all of Anya's body
except the one around her waist.

"Aw...hell..." Anya muttered, recognizing the voice.
"It would have to be you. MY mother said that YOUR'S
was in worse trouble them mine ever was! Least she
didn't get turned into a zombie!" She was about to
pull on the remaining cable but stopped when she
realized that would cause her to fall into the fire.

"Don't make me drop you," Sunburst threatened. "Two rescues in one month
puts you over the one a month limit for this family."

"Yeah yeah, here," the voice said, slinging Anya's
arm over her rescuers
shoulders, "grab." The cables around Anya's waist
hissed and fell away,
releasing her from the stake and the rising flames.

"Fire men!" the leader, invisible beyond the burning
light of this
mysterious woman, ordered. "The beast is escaping!"

"Kick in the afterburners cuz I think they're pissed!"
she said as she held on to her rescuer. "Oh and wait
until I get MY hands on you all!!" Anya yelled down to
the would-be vampire slayers.

"You got bracelets," Sunburst said snidely, with almost a hint of jealousy.

"Yeah and there's a LOT of them and I have only two!!" Anya growled back
as she tried to deflect a few of the bullets. Sunburst's evasive
maneuvers made it hard to do that though. "If you want me to use them
stop jerking us around!"

Bullets whizzed through the air around them, as did a few odd sounding
missiles. None of the hunters could get a clear view of the rising ball of
light that was shooting away from them.

It took only a few seconds for the sound of gunfire to fade away, replaced
by the cool silence of the early morning. Sunburst lowered the aura of
light, allowing Anya to make out the blonde ringlets of the tanned young
woman carrying Anya a thousand feet off the ground.

"So which gutter is your home?"

"The gutter that has the human shapped hole in the side of it at the 5th
story level. That's the one I got thrown out of after those damned vamps
attacked." Anya just shook her head. "What a fucking night... Now I have
to go find a place to live. Again. Say...." She suddenly grinned. "Gab
wouldn't happen to have a spare place on his bed for lil ol me, would
he?"

Sunburst gave Anya a glare that would have melted
ice. "No, but my mother
has a place to put you, want to go there?"

"Let me guess..." she said, looking directly back at
her without her gaze wavering for a second. "She would
probably give me your old room and treat me like one
of the family. Am I too far off?" Before Sunburst
could say anything Anya added in a most sarcastic
tone, "We Amazons take care of our own. OR least we're
suppose to..."

Mumbling something about Amazons under her breath,
Sunburst flew towards
the rising orb. "Aw hell, you're as much a reject as
I am. You can stay at
my place for a few days, but no holes in my walls
and none of your sicko
gangbangs in my home, got it?"

"Hey! It wasn't MY idea for the holes in the wall and
I didn't really have a choice with those bozos. I was
trying to get _away_ from them when they got all
sicko." Anya could tell her explanation wasn't having
too much effect on Sunburst. "What the hell do I care
what she thinks?" she asked herself as they flew on in
silence.

Coming in low, Sunburst darted into a small, urban
park in Centerville.
Cresting a hill, she came up behind a row of
apartments. Between two leafy
trees, she flew through an open window and into a
living room. Clothes were
scattered and breakfast dishes were still on the
coffee table. The
television blared the morning news.

As they set down on the floor, Anya let go of her and
looked around. "You kept the window open? For shame!
What if some nasty person came by and decieded to rob
the place?" Anya grinned. "Then again, there isn't
much her to rob." Sunburst's only reaction was some
more grinding of teeth.

"You can have the bed that's made. The other is
mine, and stay out of it."

"No problem and I don't intend to stay here for long
so don't worry. Just until sunset then I'll be out of
your hair."

Anya brought her braceleted wrists up so that she was
engulfed in the familiar blue ball of light. Once it
faded she was no longer in the shreds of her uniform.
"IF you don't mind I'm going to take a shower and
fifure out how I'm going to repay those bastards.
It'll be major I promise you that..."

"Yeah, fine, whatever. You can stay the night if you
want, towels are in
there," Sunburst said, pointing at the hall closet.

Anya brought her braceleted wrists up so that she
was
engulfed in the familiar blue ball of light. Once
faded she was no longer in the shreds of her
uniform.
"IF you don't mind I'm going to take a shower and
fifure out how I'm going to repay those bastards.
It'll be major I promise you that..."

With some strange emotion on her face, Sunburst
watched Anya's
transformation. She slowly pulled off her blue and
gold gloves, pulling
each finger loose then taking each glove off each
hand. Her neck and cheeks
were slightly flushed. "Yeah, knock yourself out."

"Thanks for the permission," she said as she stretched
out. Her hands clasped together high over her head and
her breasts thrust out. Anya could almost hear her
spine cracking from how she released the built up
tension. It felt so nice to be naked and not getting
her brains fucked out at the same time.

Turning on her high heels, Sunburst stalked down the
hallway towards her
bedroom, pulling off the costume's bra as she went.
"I hate Amazons," she
muttered in a tone that any normal woman, or even an
Amazon could have
heard, but just reached the ears of the
half-vampire, Anya. "Keep their
damned bracelets."

Anya had been proceeding into the bathroom but stopped
and turned her head at hearing the other woman's
words. "Sounds like somebody who has had some
'wonderful' experiences with our 'sisters' too," she
thought. For a moment Anya nearly followed Sunburst
into her room to tell her that she wasn'tall that
thrilled about Amazons either. She didn't however
because of their reactions to each other so far.
"Sometime I bet we split a case of beer and compare
horror stories...." Anya turned back and went into the
bathroom. She left the door open though.

 

[mypgems]

Anya - The Collector - Part 1


"Yeah baby," Jared Knight said as he looked down at
the seated brunette
through his chic sunglasses. "All you got to do is
sneak in there and get
me that little toy. I'll pay you," he said, but
paused, "I mean,
anonymously donate a hundred thousand dollars to the
Marston Street
Mission," he added with a tinge of sarcasm that
hinted at his doubt that
any money would go anywhere but into this young
woman's hands.

Anya hated these face to face meetings with clients.
Doing things by phone or over the net was so much
easier and safer. This one however wanted the personal
contact and a hundred grand was...well...a hundred
grand. She was cautious to make sure this wasn't a
setup for a trap but every thing should 'read' off the
man was that he was slime but telling the truth. Anya
just sat there primly and didn't say a word as she
watched him closly.

He leaned one arm on the bust of Beethoven and toyed
with the marble nose.
"Baby, what you need to get is a ring. It's made of
this greyish metal band
with a triangular violet stone. You can't miss it
baby. It's one helluva rock."

One of her eyebrows went up ever so slightly at the
mention of the target object. "At least its not a
fucking statue..." she thought. One client had wanted
her to steal a huge statue that graced the inside of a
musuem. He would've offered a lot of money but Anya
couldn't figure just HOW to steal it and get away at
the same time!

He peeked over the top of his sunglasses and gave
Anya a slimy grin. "It's
a lot like your eyes, baby." He grinned at her
still, his thoughts rolling.
"Baby, I'll even give you a bonus when you bring
that ring back, if you
catch my drift."

Anya's eyes rolled ever so slightly as she brought the
edges of her leather jacket closer together to hide
the swell of her breasts. "Yeah...." she said, knowing
_that_ would never happen. "And just where does he
keep this ring so I don't have to tear the whole place
down looking for it."

He leaned back into the swivel chair and pushed his
glasses back into place
with a finger. "He's got like this studio, like a
museum to show off all
the weird ass shit he's collected. It's on the north
side of the penthouse.
All the windows are tinted silver on the outside so
the building can blind
passing airplanes I guess. Anyway, the shithead that
owns all the weird
stuff has the ring on a mannikin. You can't miss the
place."

She nodded as she began to come up with a plan to get
in and out of the place. Something nagged at the back
of Anya's mind about all of this but she just
dismissed it. "In and out," she thought. "No fuss, no
muss. Unless...."

A stray thought then crossed her mind. "This thing
doesn't do anything but look pretty and expensive,
right?" She wanted to make sure it wasn't magic or
something. Not that Anya had anything against magic
but that stuff can be dangerious if handled wrong.

A slimy smile creased his lips. "Hey baby, it's just
a ring. You know,
metal and gemstone placed on a finger, that kind of
thing. I got a customer
that wants it, so I want it. It's not a magic lasso,
baby."

For a brief moment Anya's eyes narrowed as she looked
at the slimeball in front of her. "And I take it that
the next thing you want is a magic lasso?" she asked
as if trying to drum up busniess. "Know where I can
find one?" He was probably joking but she wanted to
make sure...

"Naw baby, just saying that the ring isn't magic or anything," he grinned.
"It's just a pretty thing, like you baby. Get it, and I'll pay you or
whomever you want."

Mentally, Anya rolled her eyes at his latest comment. Knowing she wasn't
going to get another more out of this...man besides more come ons she
decieded it was time to go. "Fine, whatever," Anya said as she stood up.
"When I get the item I'll contact you so you can deposit the money.
_After_ that's done I'll tell you where you can pick the ring up." She
was about to leave when she turned back to him. "Oh and don't think of
setting me up for something. If you do, I know of a nice lesbian gang
who just loves to get a hold of men. You may have heard of them, they
castrated all the men of a biker gang a few weeks ago."

She smiled sweetly and left.

----

Several days later....

The building was one of the many highrise condominiums that littered the
most posh of downtown addresses. Built of steel and shining one-way glass,
it towered over the city streets below.

"Oh this is going to be real fun...." Anya said as she looked up at the
target building.

The penthouse windows glinted slightly in the moonlight. At the moment
the heroine was standing on the roof of a building across the street and
half the size of her target. There were others taller nearby but none at
the angle this one had. She had spent the past couple of days trying to
figure out how to get into the penthouse without much success. The level
of security had ruled out a direct, frontal approach. Anya could've
gotten past the guards but it still would've been much too chancy at
best. So she had to resort to this... As she checked the quick release
harness she wore, she kept looking up at the target. "Damn I hope this
is worth it..." Anya crouched down and took several deep breaths.
Without saying a word, she ran to the edge of the roof and lept into the
night air.

There was the usual night sounds of traffic and sirens but Anya's ears
didn't hear any of it. All she heard was the sound of air rushing past
her ears and the hiss of a cable as it uncoiled on the roof she had just
left. With the force of her leap, Anya went far out before beginning to
go down. Before she had dropped more then a few feet, the cable went
taunt as it reach its end. The shock traveled down the cable and into
the heroine but she refused to cry out. She had too much else to do to
bother with a little thing like pain.

As she fell now, the cable guided her in a arc-like motion like the
pendulum of a clock. A stanchon back on the roof prevented the cable
from swinging her back into the building. It didn't seem like that
however as the glass rushed up towards her. Anya stopped her hands from
covering her face and kept them at her sides. The stanchon worked and
she went past the side of the building in a blur. As she swung past its
edge and over the street, she began to go upwards again. Past the roof
edge and higher still. Just before the moment the cable would get taunt
again, Anya's right hand slapped the quick release on the harness so
that it fell away.

Not a single thought ran through her mind as she flew upwards, free as a
bird. She had planned this down to the last detail. If she was short,
she would smack into the side of the building. If she was long, she
would miss and keep on going up. Regardless without a parachute Anya
knew she would have a problem. And she couldn't bring one because it was
too heavy.

Halfway up the side of the target building, Anya's arms shot out and her
hands moved slightly to cup the air. At the same time she tucked her
legs in. Her body spun in a ball so that she slowed ever so slightly.
Just enough to change her trajectory and therefore her landing spot.
Unable to see where she was and relying only on her calculations, Anya
stuck her legs out and used her hands to stop the tumble. The instant
she did, she felt the sole of her boots touch a solid surface.

Her momentum caused her to fall into a crouch and skid slightly on the
smooth surface. Anya sat there for several seconds before daring to open
her eyes. When she did she saw that she was on the patio of the
penthouse. Her eyes widened as she brushed the wind blown air from her
face. "You've got to be kidding me?!" she thought as she rushed to the
raling and looked over the edge. The harness and cable were swinging
slowly on the other building where she had left them. "I did it???" Anya
gave a hard punch into the palm of her hand as she turned to the door.

"Let's see Ultra Woman try THAT!" she thought with a smile.

Catching her breath and letting her heart rate slow down to normal too her
a few minutes, but when Anya went back to work, the first thing her
trained
mind noticed was that the door had security on it. Even up here,
practically touching the sky, where only someone that could fly or an
Amazon with Anya's training could ever reach.

As she waited for her body to calm itself, she absently tied her long
hair in a loose ponytail so to keep it off of her face. At the same time
her eyes studied the door edges for signs of the alarm that was sure to
be there. "If he doesn't have somethin I shall lose all respect for
him..." she thought. Some idiots she had found figured that since they
were so high up, no additional alarms were needed. "There we are... Not
too hard but a tad complex..."

It was nothing for Anya to reach into her hip pouch, pull out the small
electronic device she had bought from that mobster in Reichsborough, and
disable to door alarm in half a minute.

The device would made the alarm circuit read that the door was closed
even if she left it open all night. Of course, Anya wasn't about to do a
stupid thing like that. It only took a second for her to use an ordinary
piece of wire to jimmy the lock on the door. Moving it slowly to avoid
noise, Anya opened the glass door just enough so she could get in.

Slipping inside, it took the young Amazon's eyes a few seconds to adjust
to
the dim light. The air was chilly, like a museum. The ceiling had every
fifth light illuminated, which allowed the various display cases to cast
long shadows across the gray and white marble floor. The walls, of white
stucco and frescos, were dotted with glass cases. As Anya carefully walked
around the square room, she could see the Ming vase, the Byzantine
Orthodox
icon, and many other priceless treasures.

But no ring.

"Dammit..." her lips said but not a sound came from her mouth. There was
plenty of loot in this place but not the loot she needed. She began to
move to see if the ring was just not in her view at the moment. Anya's
eyes didn't catch sight of any anti-intruder laser beams but she still
moved carefully. Almost looking before she let a foot touch the floor.
For all she knew there were sound sensitive detectors in this place.
"Might have to borrow a few things for myself on the way back..." she
thought as she passed the treasures.

Two doors exited the display room. One was an open doorway that
apparently,
as Anya found when poking her head around the corner, led to a gallery of
paintings. However, the other door was locked tight, not only by the lock
on the doorknob, but by a heavy padlock and a keypad to boot.

"Me thinks there's something in there that deserves extra special
protection..." she thought as she looked closely at the keypad. A slight
smile came to her lips as she saw the tiniest glint of oil on one of the
number pads. That meant whoever had used it had left more on other pads.
It would just that a little something to make it visable...

A simple brushing of exo-dust revealed the most commonly used numbers on
the keypad, and two simple locks were a snap for the sensitive touch of
the
Amazon. With a click, the door opened and swung open.

"Open seseme," Anya thought as she stopped the door from opening too far
and banging on a wall. The hinges were well oiled and made not a hint of
sound.

As Anya went to stand up from her lockpicking work, the door opened to
reveal a tall glass case. Standing in the middle of it, in the
semi-darkness, was a woman. She wasn't particularly tall, but she did have
long, silken black hair and violet eyes to match those of Anya. She stood
with hands on hips, defiant and confident. Her body, while looking stiff
in
the shadowy room, had on a costume. Torn red bustier, shredded blue
panties, and tall red and blue boots faced Anya in the gloom, but the
golden letters on the bustier, a golden U and W, stood out like a
beacon...

Anya's eyes opened wided as she took in the site before her in the room.
Because of the darkness she couldn't make out much of the features but
she did see a hint of the classical Asian eyes. She began to move into
the room as she whispered, "What the fuck..."

Looking around the dimly lit room, Anya found herself in a room filled with
tall glass display cases, each one with a different mannikin within. Before
her was a pasty white mannikin with every feature to make it look like her
own mother, Rei. The costume the mannikin wore was torn in many places,
including down the middle between the cups of the bustier.

She was so stunned at the sight that she almost let her tools slip out
of her hands to fall on to the floor. Before they did, Anya caught them
and stuffed them back into her poach. Again she looked at the mannequin
before her and felt a longing in her heart for the touch of her mother.
She shook her head slightly and lifted her chin up. No way was she going
to let some silly emotions get the better of her. Carefully, she began
to explore more of the room.

To the left of the fake-Rei was another mannikin. This one was taller, a
mannikin with long blonde hair and plastic blue eyes. Also posed with its
hands on hips in the stereotypical superheroine pose, this one also had on
that familiar Ultra Woman costume. Also torn in places, this one was
missing the blue satin panties completely.

"That must be one of Tania's..." Anya thought with a slight smile. "Mom
always said that....what did she call her? Blondie! That blondie could
never keep her panties on for more then 5 minutes!" Anya had to cover
her mouth to stifle a giggle.

To the right of the fake-Rei was another Asian mannikin with plastic violet
eyes. This one was wearing the ragged, torn remains of a blue, full bodied
swimsuit. Strips of fake black hair pokes out through holes in the hood of
the swimsuit.

Her own real violet eyes carefully studied the remains of the suit on
the mannequin. "Now I can see why mom thought that suit needed some
adjustments. Just a tad too tight in places...." She looked down and saw
how form fitting her own outfit was and rolled her eyes. "I should
talk..." As she moved about the room, Anya absently tugged at the
uniform around her breasts, as if to give herself more room in it.

On around the room went these tall glass cubicles, each one holding a
mannikin bearing various superheroine costumes. Most all were bore Ultra
Woman costumes. At the right corner of the room was a blonde mannikin
bearing a bloodstained costume, next to it three redheaded mannikins each
with Ultra Woman costumes in various state of destruction. The line
continued in a semicircle around the square room, representing most every
Ultra Woman that had been to Megapolis, some, like Rei, with many different
mannikins showing various costumes.

"Just how in hell did this guy get those outfits?!" she wondered. Anya
was always under the impression that when she transformed that she got a
uniform that had been totally repaired of any damage. Now it seemed like
she actually got a new one. Because of that she had never looked for the
remains of the cloth that had been ripped from her body. "Joy then there
might be parts of mine all over the city... Have to keep an eye out for
it in the future."

At the far end were five more mannikins, representing one of the two Ultra
Girls that had been in the city. All five had Ultra Girl costumes, mostly
torn or tattered in some way.

When she saw the Ultra Girl mannequin that represented the current Queen
Julia Anya had to fight to keep herself calm. Of course as an Amazon she
was suppose to revere her Queen but Anya just couldn't. Not after all
the thing Julia had done to her and to her mother Rei. That Anya might
have had the slightest blame to any of it just slipped her mind.

The semicircle faced a wall dotted with pictures that literally blanketed
the wall. Faint lights pointed down on the pictures.

"Now what?" she asked herself as she looked closer at the pictures. "Oh
my....Julia will be rather displeased if this got back home." The
picture she was looking at was of Queen Julia in the tattered remains of
her Ultra Girl uniform pleasuring, and being pleasured by, a crowd of
muscular men. "This one I just have to take..." Anya looked around for
any other nice pictures or items to borrow.

The pictures were also in the same type of timeline; older pictures to the
left, newer pictures, including one of the last Ultra Woman, Dena, to the
right. In the middle, right beside the pictures of Julia, were pictures of
Anya's mother. Some were of Rei in her Ultra Woman costume at charity
events or simple candid photographs. Most however were pictures or security
video captures of Rei in various sexual acts or as a captive. A few
included her in the blue swimsuit that was on display across the room.

"Oh my...." she thought with a grin. "You did get into some interesting
situations mom..." Anya felt her own loins get a touch warmer as she saw
a series that had Rei at the mercy of a large black man with an equally
large cock. From look on her mom's face Anya could tell that she was
enjoying it. "Now now....down girl..." she thought as she shook her head
and moved on.

The wall was covered with pictures of various Ultra Women and the two Ultra
Girls, most all of them showing the Amazon heroines in compromising or
perilous situations.

To the right side of the room was a doorway. Through the dimly lit gloom,
Anya could see a room, much smaller than this, but with other superheroine
mannikins and pictures. But it was no where near the size of this
collector's Ultra Woman wing.

"I would say this guy has a certain thing about heroines!" she thought
as looked around the display. "Too bad most of them are stuck up
assholes who need to be taken down a peg or two... Say....I wonder what
he we pay if I delivered a few to him?" Anya had no intention of doing
that but the concept was a fun one to think about. Suddenly she caught
sight of something... "Ah ha! Found you!"

Twinkling in the faint light was a purple stone on a violet metal band.
Placed within a square glass case on a pedestal, it sat upon a velvet
finger in the middle of the case. Pictures of a woman in a decade old hair
style were around the pedestal, showing her glowing with violet energy as
she flew across the sky of Megapolis.

Anya knelt before the case and studied it carefully as she looked for
any alarms or such items. "This must have belonged to....Violet? One of
those old fart heroines.... I'll have to have a word that idiot cuz he
said this was a 'normal' ring. Somehow I doubt that...."

Carefully she laid a finger on the glass and felt its surface. "No
connections that I can see here.... No sensors...." Anya ducked her head
down to look at the metal framed pedestal. "No wires... Well lets give
it a shot then." Reaching into her puch again, Anya pulled out a small
glass cutter that she placed on the case's surface. "Come to mama...."
she said as she began to cut a circle in the glass.

Perhaps she was distracted by the pictures of her mother being raped by
dozens of men and a few women, or perhaps it was the torn Ultra Woman
costumes on the lookalike mannikins. Whatever it was, Anya hadn't noticed
the faintest pale wisps of gas that hovered along the white base of the
case. As she used a small plastic suction cup to pull away the circle of
glass she had cut, the gas seeped out the hole and upwards. Silent and
almost impossible to notice, it quietly slipped into her lungs.

Anya had noticed as she pulled the circle of glass away that the case
seemed to be pressurized. However she figured that it was just nitrogen
or something like that. Maybe such cases were filled with an inert gas
to protect the contents. Her opinion about the harmless nature of the
gas changed when she reached in to take hold of the ring. As she began
to move her hand through the hole, Anya noticed the case swaying back
and forth. Quickly she realized that it wasn't the case but her own head
that was doing the swaying. "Aw....shittt..." she gasped, trying to get
pull herself away from the case.

Her legs felt like rubber as quickly collapsed to her knees.
"I'm....going...to...kill...himmmm...." Anya moaned when her eyes began
to droop lower and lower. The floor seemed to get closer as the rest of
her body fell to the floor. The ring she had come for rolled across the
floor from her limp hand.

 

[mypgems]

Anya - The Collector - Part 2


Anya lay on the floor in a heap as a man entered the room. He looked over
the situation in growing glee. The girl with the incredible body within the
skin tight costume put a dent in his pants.

He kneeled down over the sleeping girl. Picking up one wrist, he looked at
his reflection in the bracelet. "Wow, it's not welded on or nothing," he
thought. "That means she's got to be an Amazon. Only they could make a
bracelet without any seams like this one."

She licked her lips slightly and breathed heavily in her slumber. The
gass had been powerful enough to put an Amazon to sleep and keep her
there for some time. If an ordinary person had breathed it then might
have been killed. However Anya's constitution was already processing the
toxin out of her system. When the man laid her arm back down she turned
her body so that she laying on her stomach rather then her side.

His cock was hard and bulging into his pants as he put his palm on her
taut, upcurved ass. "Holy shit, what a body." Instantly he reached a
decision. He had always been fascinated by these powerful, beautiful women.
He had spent a good part of his wealth on collecting everything imaginable
about superheroines, and especially Amazons. Not too long ago, through an
intermediary, he had paid the supervillain Wrecking Ball to get an original
costume off the superheroine White Venus. They were so powerful, so
beautiful, and so flawed.

The man's hand didn't leave Anya ass. Instead it stroked the firm flesh
and felt the muscled tone that lay under the fabric of her uniform. She
wriggled and moaned softly when he cupped one cheek with the tips of his
fingers laying on the crack and squeezed it. His fingers pressing ever
so slightly between the two rounded orbs. Almost instinctivly she pushed
her ass up slightly to feel him pressing harder. "Mmmmmm....." she
moaned again.

Now he had one right here in his personal superheroine and Amazon museum.
No way he was letting this prize go!

"John," he said into a small microphone on his wrist.

"Yes sir?" came a deep voice in instant reply.

"Get the dildo belt out of the villain storage unit and bring it up to the
alternate superheroine room. We have a new project."

His new 'project' laid on the floor. Asleep and totally unaware of the
plans that he might have in store for her.

He kneaded Anya's well toned ass cheeks, mesmerized by them. Mentally
picturing her bare ass pressing into his hips, he slipped a hand between
her legs and felt the soft lips of her pussy through the skintight blue
costume. No way he was letting this catch go.

"Ooooooo...." she moaned as she bit her lower lip. The man could feel
Anya's hips moving against both of his hands as he molested her. Her
dreams were suddenly of the last time Gabriel and her had been together.
A brief, but quite satisfying encounter of sex in a dark ally one night.
"Mmmmm.....yessss....." she mumbled so low that the man couldn't hear
her.

Pulling his hands away from her ass finally. Pulling Anya's arms behind
her, he placed her bracelets side by side in the middle of her back. "Be
right back cutey," he told Anya with a pat on her ass.

A soft whimper of need came from her lips after his hands were removed
from her. Her ass moved about as if trying to find his hands again.

He went into a side room Anya had not yet entered. It looked like a storage
room. Locked cabinets filled the room, albeit cabinets with very advanced
locks. He walked up to one of the metal cabinets and touched his thumb to
the print detector on the handle. After an affirmating beep sound, he
opened it. Within the cabinet were a collection of devices and devious
toys. Grabbing what appeared to be two metal cylinders welded together.

Coming back to the sleeping Anya, he opened up the double cylinders. Into
each one, he placed one of Anya's bracelets. With both in place, he closed
up the odd looking manacles. Pushing the control button, a light
illuminated and the manacles let out a solid *chungk* sound.

The noise made Anya jump slightly in her sleep but she quickly settled
back down. She tried to pull her arms to her sides but was unable to
because of the manacles. "Not...so rough..." she breathed softly, still
thinking about her encounter with Gabriel. The poor boy was so hot for
her that he nearly ripped her clothes off and shoved his lovely cock
into her ass before she was able to guide him into her dripping pussy.

A large man entered the room holding what appeared an ultramodern chastity
belt. "Perfect, thanks John." The man looked over the device, especially
the rounded device that protruded deeply along both the outside and inside
of the belt. "Just what we need to hold onto an Amazon. She'll be weak and
very happy with this."

As she slept on, she didn't hear the two men discuss what they were
going to do with her. Nor did she feel fingers tugging on the hidden
zipper on the back of her outfit. And she wasn't able to take advantage
of the brief moment that the manacles were removed so the uniform would
be damaged while they prepared her for their evil deeds.

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"Ready sir?"

"Yes John, go ahead and release the antidote."

Within a tall glass case, much like those that held the mannikins, was the
still sleeping Anya. Her wrists trapped behind her back, she lay naked
within the cool case. All she had been left wearing was the odd chastity
belt. Locked around her waist with the release in front, a metal strap,
wider along the belt and thinning as it went down, went between Anya's
toned legs.

The cool air within the case made her nipples erect and hard on the
peaks of her firm breasts. The men had had difficulty keeping their
hands away from those perfect mounds of hers. Even worse was when they
had exposed her trimmed moud of hair between her legs. Just the faint
odor that came from it nearly drove the two men crazy with desire. The
sight of Anya's Amazon body bathed in the soft flood lights was better
then anything the collector had seen before.

In a case next to her stood a mannikin. With faux bracelets raised up as if
to deflect bullets, the fake woman's long black hair trailed down over
Anya's dark blue and red costume.

The man touched a button on a remote control. A red light in the front of
the anti-chastity belt began blinking as the vibrating dildo within the
belt started to penetrate Anya's sex. Tiny valves inside the belt coated
the gently thrusting dildo with Halcyon, still the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the device spread her lips and began to enter
the tight depths. The drug was quickly absorbed into her system and
caused her pussy to moisten up at an incredible rate. Anya twisted her
hips as if to get the dildo out of her but that was quite impossible.
"Nnnnnaaaahhhhh!!" she moaned when the dildo seemed to increase its size
as it pushed in past her muscles.

His large assistant flipped a switch at a hidden console on the wall. As
gas seeped into the glass case, the Amazon girl was slowly brought back to
the world of consciousness.

Anya's eyes began to blink open as the antidote took effect.
"W...what...the...hellll!?" she moaned as she tried to look around.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Get...it...outtt!!" she cried when the dildo bottomed out in
her tight pussy. Her body was a lovely sight as it spasmed and shook as
she fought against the pleasure and the dildo.

The red light on the front of the metal belt blinked each time the dildo
plunged into the warm, drug enhanced depths of Anya's pussy. The Collector
watched the Amazon girl's every movement. He was mesmerized by the
expression of lust and panic on her face. He had many pictures and some
video of those beautiful, powerful women helpless in the throes of the
Amazon Curse, but now he had a live one right here in front of him!

Her hair fanned out as she shook her head violently while her heavy
breasts heaved with each gasping breath. The muscles of her vagina bore
down on the dildo with a force that could almost bend metal. The drug
stimulated the Curse to an almost unbelievable degree in Anya's body.
Each time her body shook from the dildo going in, her bare shoulders
bounced off the sides of the glass case. "O...out...get....outttt!!" she
kept crying.

The manacles around her wrists were unbreakable. Even if she had been at
full strength, Anya could tell she would have had trouble getting free of
them. Her wrists tingled for some reason as the manacles hummed with
electrical life.

Anya's eyes were wild with passion and terror as she felt herself losing
all control of herself to the Curse. She did retain just enough sanity
to see where she was and why her body kept boucing off something in her
throes of passion. "H..have...to get...out...of here!!" she thought
wildly as her body spasmed again from the dildo digging into her pussy.
Her muscles tried to clentch together in order to deny the device
passage.

Impassively, his large assistant watched the scene, but the Collector had
to pull his hand away from his crotch. He had spent far too many hours
masturbating while watching videos of these Amazons. Now here was the real
thing. No way she was getting away without him getting a piece of her. He
sat back in his swivel chair and watched her writhe helplessly as the belt
kept pumping the drug coated dildo inside her. He would have to keep her,
convince her to stay here. If nothing else, he would use that belt and all
the other toys he had collected on her.

Meanwhile, while Anya concentrated on resisting the dildo in her sex, a
green light began to blink on the front of the belt. As it did, a smaller,
rounded protrusion, coated with Halcyon and lubricant, began to poke into
Anya's puckered backside hole.

When Anya felt the second dildo pushing into her anus the case almost
shattered from her screams. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed. Her
knees coming up to pound at the glass plate in front of her. The Curse
was taking away her Amazon strength as usual but she was still much
stronger then a normal woman. Even as the second dildo pushed into her
ass, a series hairline cracks appeared along the edges of the case. They
grew larger with each of her blows....

He hadn't noticed until now that the glass case was cracking. Having never
met an Amazon in person other than at a few innocuous charity events, he
thought that this beautiful girl would be powerless once the dildo started
working on her.

"Shit! John, get that pleasure taser out of the cabinet," he ordered his
bulked up assistant. "She's going to break out of the case any second."

"Shit," he repeated. He had a dial in front of him that adjusted the belt.
He wanted to do this slowly, but he couldn't let her go free. Even with her
wrists bound, the Collector knew she could still wipe John and himself out
with her legs alone.

Even in the throes of passion Anya could feel with her knees how the
glass in front of her seemed to be jumping with each blow.
"Just...about...there!" she thought, her body jumping again as the
dildos began a synchronized movement in her. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!" Anya gasped,
her body spasming to the point that she began to use more of her body on
the cracking glass without realizing it. All she knew was that she had
to get out of there!

As Anya threw her shoulder into the glass, it shattered outward. Shards
scattered across the floor. "Sorry girl, but I can't let you go!" he told
Anya as he twisted the dial to its highest setting. Instantly the
anti-chastity belt lurched into full power. Halcyon gushed into Anya's
pussy and ass like cum. It was thrust deep within her velvet walls by the
dildo which drilled into her like a jackhammer.

Anya had been about to leap out of the case, from how her body was
moving rather then a concious leap, but the instant before that happened
she felt something.... It was a pleasure that was beyond belief. It
almost seemed like each and every cell within her body was attempting to
orgasm at the same time. And the dildo...well it seemed that instead of
thrusting in and out that stayed deep within her and moved in tight
circles. Anya's body arched upwards so that her belted pussy rose above
the lip of the broken case. Her mouth open with a soundless screen of
ectasy.

The Collector nearly stained his pants at the sight of the writing, cumming
Amazon. "Holy shit," he muttered, his hand still holding the dial for the
belt to maximum. "Oh my God, I got to get that."

He abruptly turned the dial back down to one of the lower settings, so that
the dildo thrusting in and out of Anya slowed to a steady beat. Every
second, the shaft would sink into her dribbling pussy, then pull out. The
tiny valves controlling the aphodisiac coating shut off. "Don't kill her,"
he warned himself, "You won't get any if she's dead, dummy."

She fell back into the case, her body shivering from the aftermath of
the orgasm she had been forced into having. Her pussy leaking juices
while still grasping at the invading dildo. Anya tried to brace her
bound hands against the glass to push herself into a sitting position.
Each time she tried her weakened arms slid from away so she stayed in
her prone position. "He's....dead!" she thought as she tried to catch
her breath.

He stepped away from the controls and nodded his assistant to stay near
them. Picking up the red leather pouch that Anya normally wore, he slipped
the hip strap over his shoulder. Digging around inside, he pulled out the
tightly coiled golden, glowing rope that was within it.

His shoes crunching on the shards of glass around the outside of the case,
the Collector approached the quivering, naked girl. He was putting the
lasso into a loop when he met the passion filled eyes of his captive.

With how her breath was still panting Anya didn't trust her voice for
any words. If she was going to say anything to this troll she would do
it in a controlled voice. That didn't prevent her from staring daggers
at the man who had done this to her. She tried not to wince with
pleasure each time the dildo pushed into her soaked pussy. At the same
time Anya was moving her hands about, trying to find some way to release
the device that held her.

"Oh my god!" he gasped. That expression on her face, those violet eyes full
of lust, weakness, and defiance. He had seen it all before. He looked past
the shattered glass case to the wall in the other room. The mannikins that
half circled the wall drew his instant attention. He zeroed in on one
picture in particular, showing an Asian Ultra Woman being gangbanged by a
group of thugs. That Ultra Woman was looking up at whomever had taken the
picture. Her violet eyes were full of the Amazon Curse, filling her with
lust as she came unwillingly. In the picture, that Ultra Woman was glaring
at the photographer with the exact same expression.

"Now if I can just get that lasso...." she thought as she saw it being
held in his hands. She was so intent on getting it that she didn't pay
any attention to where his gaze was.

The Collector looked back at the violet eyed beauty. Her silken black hair,
the violet eyes, the hints of Asian descent in her face. "Holy shit," he
said to her, "That Ultra Woman - Rei - was your mother!"

Anya rolled her eyes at his sudden revelation. "No shit buckwheat," she
growled with a voice hoarse from her previous screams of pleasure. "If
you let me go now maybe I'll give you an autograph. Before I stomp your
face into the fucking floor!" Before he could say a word, both of her
legs came up to wrap themselves around his neck. With a sudden pull,
Anya pulled his face down closer to her's. "Now let me before I get
mad," she said staring into his face.

"GRK!" the Collector grunted as he stumbled forward. His face bounced
between Anya's breasts before being drawn up to her face. Fear flickered
over his face as he realized the difference between his mannikins and this
real, live Amazon. "O..." he started to say, but he had trouble speaking.
She had to loosen the grip of her thighs on his neck before he could finish
and say "Okay."

"Good boy. You're not as dumb as you look." Anya kept her legs wrapped
around him tightly so that he couldn't get away from her. The moment her
arms were free he was a dead man. "Well not dead..." she thought as she
watched his nostrals flare as they inhaled her sweet scent. "But very,
very hurt..."

He glanced back at his assistant. "Okay, turn down the belt," he told the
man. Glancing down at the belt, he told Anya, "I will have to manually
adjust this. Just don't hurt me, I don't mean you any harm."

Her eyes flicked down for an instant to see the device on his belt. "No
tricks buster..." she growled, nodding for him to use his device like he
asked. "Or else..." Anya tightened her legs just enough so the man's
eyes bulged out and he gave a sqeek.

His hand reached slowly forward so he could do something to the minipad on
the front of the belt by the red and green diodes. Pretending he was
unlatching it, he swung his other hand up and had the lasso around Anya's
thighs.

She had her eyes on the hand on his belt so she didn't realize what he
was doing until she felt the magic of the lasso touching her skin. "Stop
that!" Anya yelled as she began to squeeze her legs against him HARD.

"Freeze," he quickly told her, "Don't move a single muscle." Looking back
at Anya, he smiled with renewed confidence as she froze at his command.
"Now, spread your legs wide, and don't even think about harming me."

Anya knew better then to try and fight the force of the commands as
generated by the lasso. Not even the strongest Amazon could disobey such
orders. Ever so slowly Anya moved her legs from around his neck. Red
marks and almost bruises appearing on his skin as she did so. "You are
so fucking dead...." she thought, glaring at him.

He sat up away from those dangerous legs of the Amazon girl. Knotting the
lasso around her waist, he stood up. "Now you have to answer anything I
ask, and you have to do what I say, correct?"

"Yes you fucking bastard," she growled in reply. Her legs falling back
into the case as the man stood at the side of it. The warm feeling of
the magic from the lasso carress her smooth skin.

Grinning in childish triumph, he pulled on the lasso. "Stand up and come
with me. John," he said to his assistant, "this lovely lady and I are going
to be busy for a few minutes, excuse us."

Nodding compliantly, the large man walked off.

As the other man left, Anya slowly sat up and then stood on the ultra
strong glass that she had been laying on. She stepped out of it,
avoiding the slick spots from her leaking juices, and made her way to
stand beside the man. All the while making sure that she didn't step on
any of the glass shards that coated the area. Her fists were clentched
in rage against her buttocks as she did so.

The Collector led Anya into his Ultra Woman room. In it, on one wall, was a
chair. Leading Anya to it, he stopped. "Stand there a minute. What's your
name anyway," he asked as he unbuckled his slacks. Down they fell to his
feet, and were quickly followed by his boxers, revealing his not
particularly large, but flaccid and aroused, penis.

"Its Anya," she said simply, not adding anymore since he didn't ask. She
wasn't about to volunteer anything to him. "Here we go again..." Anya
thought as she mentally rolled her eyes at the sight of his cock. It
might be flaccid but it was growing quickly as he stared at her lovely,
nude body. His cock almost seeming to have a mind of its own and wanting
to feel Anya's hot and tight pussy.

He sat down in the chair, with all the pictures of all those Amazons in
various perilous scenes behind him. "Kneel down in front of me Anya. I
always wanted to make love to your mother. She was the most exotic of all
these women and I masturbated to her picture more than any other," he said
without any sign of embarassment. "Now what I want you to do is this."

As she knelt in front of him as ordered, her nose picked up the musky
scent of a man's arroused cock. "Somehow I don't think mom will be too
thrilled by his statement..." she thought. "actually I think I would
have to hold her back from pounding him into the floor." Rei was flatter
if a man, or woman for that matter, had an attraction to her but with
this guy it would be too much. She would more then likely consider him
just plain sick and deserving of a good kathump.

Taking his cock in hand, he held the flaccid thing up so that it pointed
upwards towards Anya. "I order you to give me the blow job you can possibly
give me, and don't even think of doing my any harm. All you want to do is
give me one hell of an orgasm."

"You have got to be kidding!" Anya groaned as her eyes rolled. Her head
began to lean forward even as she said the words. The command rattling
around in her brain as she did so. "Why don't we discuMMmnnngggg!" Her
words were cut off when he grabbed the back of her head with his free
hand and pulled her mouht on to him. The walls of her mouth and tongue
sliding on him as she instinctivly began to suck on him. Obeying the
command and begining a blow job the likes of which he had never had
before. The powerful suction of her mouht pulling him deeper into her
throat.

"Ohhhh yeah..." he groaned happily. Slumping back in the chair, he still
kept a tight grip on the lasso. "Do it baby, suck me off. Oh Rei..." he
sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair. He guided her head up and
down the length of his not-so-impressive cock, moaning in ecstasy each time
Anya's lips came down over him.

Anya didn't know what was worse: being forced to suck a man off or being
refered to her mother as she did it. As usual, the Curse caused her
pussy to moisten and warm up as his cock moved in and out of her mouth.
Her mouth tasting the pre-cum that dribbled out of the slit when she
sucked particularly hard on him. The air around then was filled with a
loud moan from him when she did that and gave him powerful strokes from
her talented tongue.

Faster and faster he guided Anya. He wasn't vicious or cruel about it, he
simply wanted this beautiful Amazon to give him the oral sex of his dreams.
His orders forced her to please him, and his hand on the back of her head
helped maintain the pace that gave him the best experience of his life.

She pulled her mouth off of him for a moment when she sucked both of his
balls into her mouth. Anya's sucks this time weren't as strong but they
were enough to make the man whine in pleasure as she bathed both hard
rocks with her tongue. She didn't wish it but her own pussy was growing
as hot as the cock she again took into her mouth.

"When I orgaaahh...whoaaahh..." he paused in mid-sentence as his cock
pressed into the back of her mouth, "I orgasm...you do too...right...?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm..." Anya said, her mouth full of cock at the moment. The
vibrations from her 'words' making the man give her another taste of
pre-cum. Her body shaking slightly from the need that the Curse was
making her have. The smooth metal of the manacles rubbing against her
smooth ass cheeks as her pussy dripped sweet juices on to the floor.

"Ahh..ahhhhh....ahhhh..." he groaned as his cum began to boil up in his
balls. He never pulled Anya's hair or forced himself too deeply, but he
kept up the growing, now feverish pace of her mouth over his cock.

The talented tongue and mouth sucking and licking him while she closed
her own eyes and imagined that she was doing this to somebody of her own
choice. Namely, her usual lover of the moment Gabriel. He just loved it
when she sucked his cock and brought him close to orgasm. Then backing
off to do it over and over for hours. For this jerk, Anya wasn't wabout
to give him that kind of pleasure. He wanted a good blow, that's what he
was getting!

"AAHHHH!!" he groaned out loudly, his voice echoing around his twisted
Amazon museum. He pulled Anya's lips down over his cock as his thick seed
spurted into her mouth. "Swaaa...swaahhhlow..." he moaned out, his words
ordered her through the lasso around her body.

Even as he came the Curse forced her to as well. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnn!!"
Anya groaned from deep in her throat as she swallowed his seed as she
orgamed . The juices splashing out of her pussy and leaking from around
the belt that she still wore about her waist. Her body shaking and
leaning more against his legs from feeling more weakened as the Curse
stole her Amazon strength from her once again.

He held Anya's head in his crotch as he road out his dream orgasm. The
Collector was only human, and the cum spurts became driblets soon.

Anya's mouth swallowed each of the fading jets of seed and tried to coax
more out by small licks of her tongue on the grove ont he head.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she moaned as she rested against him with eyes closed.
All the while suckling gently on his deflated cock. Her tongue bathing
it and cleaning it out every trace of cum.

After holding Anya's face against his groan for at least five minutes
during which his sweat rolled into her face and his cock slowly sank back
into a flaccid little organ, the Collector finally released her head.
Keeping hold of her lasso, he let her fall back onto her ass.

She licked her lips and nearly spit out the remains of his cum in her
mouth. She didn't however because she didn't wish to make him mad. It
seemed that this guy was a vile shit but not nasty as in how Mayhem Jr
and the like were. If she could just lead him on for a bit... Maybe he
would let his guard down just enough so that she could the put a few
holes in the walls using his head to make said holes. Least that was a
plan. Anya looked up at him, trying to keep the digust off of her face.

"Answer me," he said, his voice low and whispery, "If I order you to do
something and then remove this lasso, will you still do what I ordered, and
if so, how long? If you will keep my order not to escape..." he smiled
calmly, albiet red-faced, "we'll have dinner."

"I don't know exactly how long I will continue to obey an order," she
said truthfully. "With you normals it can last for days depending on
their willpower or lack there of. For Amazons.... Several hours at
least." Now she prayed he would be careful with his words because there
were always little loopholes in the commands. You have to be specific or
nasty girls, such as she, would find ways around them!

The Collector smiled blissfully down at the violet eyed beauty kneeling
between his legs. "Too bad it isn't longer. I wish I could trust you, I
would like to have dinner with you."

"Not as much as I would like to have you for dinner and make you the
main course..." she thought, remembering an old movie she had seen.
Where the one character 'convinces' the defeated villian to eat a
substance which turns out to be the villian's own brains. Whole of
course Anya wouldn't do that to this guy for real just the thought of it
pleased her greatly.

He leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute. "Getting chilly in
here," he finally said. "You should get dressed Anya, I don't want you to
catch a cold. Tell you what," he told her as he leaned forward towards her,
"if the orders will last several hours, that will be enough to keep you
under control. Also, your Amazon strength should be gone, right? How long
will that last?"

"Depending on if you fuck or otherwise make me orgasm again, it might be
several hours at least. Perhaps a day until they fully return." she said
honestly. She didn't mention that she still retained her vampiric powers
and strength. He didn't ask therefore she didn't say.

"Stand up," he ordered her as he did the same. "Now, come with me, John has
set something out for you to wear. I want you to put it on and join me for
dinner." He led the mostly naked Anya down a hall, through a door and into
the study of his penthouse home. His large, quiet assistant closed the
bookcase, leaving the doorway to the Collector's private museum hidden.

He shrugged and smiled at the lasso-controlled Anya. "I love the classics,"
he said with a nod towards the bookcase. "Come along."

She didn't express the slightest bit of emotion at his silly joke. Anya
just followed closely behind him with the lasso still tied around her
waist and the end in his hand. Her bare toes sank into the deep, plush
carpet as they passed items that would be worth millions to dealers
around the world.

Through his study the Collector led Anya down another carpeted hallway
replete with classic paintings and immaculate decorations. Finally into a
room he took his beautiful captive into one of the many bedrooms. A four
poster bed and oak furniture centered the Victorian styled bedroom.

"Very plush..." she thought as her eyes quickly took in all the sights
of the room. "Oh and I'm sure he intends for some mattress mambo later
on... Looks just like a typical guy's fantasy." Suddenly a glint caught
her eye and when she looked at it she had to stifle a gasp. "What the
hell..."

As he brought Anya in, she saw the clothing set out for her lying neatly on
the bed. A red bustier, curled up into twin mounds for the breasts, with
golden, stylized letters 'U' and 'W' across the front. A golden belt was
spread beside it, albeit without a lasso. Red and blue boots were on the
floor, the tops folded to each side. A golden tiara lay on the pillow. A
blue thong, obviously cut higher than usual for the bearers of this costume
other than those worn under skirts.

Anya just stared at the outfit for many moment. She had dreamed of being
able to wear it for a long time and now it looked like she would be.
However not in the way that she had wanted: as the Champion of the
Amazon. Instead she would wear it and be a toy to a man. Her hands
clentched in fists behind her back where the manacles still held them.
At the same time Anya almost had to bite her lip to prevent herself from
telling him what he could do with his sick idea.

"Stand still please," he ordered in a kindly voice, "Oh, and look up at the
ceiling and do not look down until I say so." Kneeling down, he typed in a
code to the belt. The humming of a tiny motor signals the dildos retracting
from Anya's inner body. Once they were gone from her, a click sounded.
Slowly, the Collector split the belt open and removed it from Anya's hips.

As she looked up, she felt the belt and then the manacles fall away. The
sensation of relief from just the belt leaving her almost made her fall
to her knees. After a couple of wobbles, Anya regained her balance and
continue to stare stoningly at the ceiling.

"There," he said, standing back up with the glistening inner pieces of the
belt shining in the bedroom light, "now you can look back down Anya."

She did as she was commanded and stared daggers at the man. He didn't
seem to notice as his own eyes were locked on her pubis. The thick,
black hair was matted from the dried juices that the belt had trapped
there. Anya mentally counted to ten as she forced her fists to unclentch
and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

He shook his head to clear his senses. "That scent...it's intoxicating," he
gasped out, his cock growing hard in his pants again. "Are you all like
this when you're aroused?"

"Yes," she said simply, quietly.

The Collector smiled. "Now, the last orders for a few hours. I want you to
stay in this room and put on that costume Anya. There's a shower in there,"
he said, nodding towards the bathroom. "Everything you might need should be
in there to make yourself presentable. You will be ready in a half hour,"
he said with a smile, "I don't want you to stay here until the lasso wears
off. When you are ready, open the door but don't leave. Call for John," he
said, nodding back towards the hulking assistant behind him.

With a simple nod of her head Anya told him that she understood. Better
not to trust her voice to words until she could calm herself down a bit
more. She could stand a shower to aleast wash some of the sweat off of
her skin. The sticky feeling of it made her feel uncomfortable. Just
when Anya was beginning to make a few plans she heard the man's voice
again.

"When you come for dinner, you will not attempt to hurt me or John, you
will not attempt to escape, and you will not steal any knives or anything
else," he said with a good natured grin. "All I want is a nice dinner with
a beautiful Amazon and I want you to fulfill that dream."

"Fuck," she thought as she felt the commands rolling through her body.
"But not as bad as they could've been..." Already she was mentally
looking for loopholes that she could exploit and thought there might be
one or two possibilities that could be tried. "Oh and I have no doubt
you want something more then mear dinner..." she thought as his arms
reached for her waist.

Carefully, his hands showing only hints of his nervousness, the Collector
removed the lasso from Anya. Behind him, John watched protectively. "Thirty
minutes, Anya."

"I'll be ready..." she whispered.

Closing the bedroom door, the Collector left Anya alone in the bedroom.

The moment the door closed Anya picked up a very expensive vase to throw
after him. She didn't however and carefully set it back down on its
stand. It wouldn't help matters to tear the room up like she wanted so
Anya resisted the urge to do it. "Probably has cameras and the like no
doubt..." she thought and sighed. "Better go get ready..." The moment
she thought that her body turned and began walking towards the shower
before she caught herself. "Damn it! Got to learn to control myself
better..." she thought as she went into the bathroom of her own will.

A little while later Anya exited the room, toweling her long hair off as
she did so. Nothing had changed in the room since she had left she could
see. After balling the towel up, she lazily tossed it back into the
bathroom. Giving no hint of the strength that she still had. Her lovely
features made a face when she saw the Ultra Woman costume on the bed.
Even so slowly, almost fighting it, she put it on. First the boots and
then the blue thong panties. Her hands settled the bustier on her
breasts before reaching behind with one hand to zip it up. A generious
amount of clevage showed even after she tried to pull it over her
breasts more. After fastening the belt around her trim waist, Anya
carefully put the tiara on her head.

"What a fake..." she growled as she saw herself in a full length mirror
before she opened the door to the hallway.

John was waiting outside. "Dinner is this way," he said in a curt, simple
voice. With a faint grunt at the sight of the costume on Anya, he gave her
a slight push in front of him. "Go."

"Don't push me," Anya growled at him, wanting so bad to show him who's
the boss. Unfortunately the lasso's command prevented her from doing
just that. It didn't prevent her from just stand there in the hallway
not doing anything. "Now...now," she said when she felt the touch of his
meaty hand on her shoulders as if to shove her along. "Your master would
be most displeased if you damaged the merchandise." With that, Anya
started walking but she kept her pace as slow as possible.

Keeping Anya in the lead, John took her down the marble hallways and, in
moments, she was in a very elegant dining room. Candles with silver
candelabra flickered, the dancing lights reflecting off the crystal chandelier.

Her eyes took in the accumalted wealth of items in this room. She could
easily get a million dollers for them. If she would be able to get them
out of the place that is. Several of them were quite bulky. "I am going
to have to pay this place a visit again," she thought. "After I take
care of these too bozos that is."

The Collector, now in a tuxedo, rushed around the table. "Welcome Anya," he
said, with a growing grin. "Or would you prefer I call you Ultra Woman?"

"I would prefer that you let me leave now," she replied, not moving an
inch towards him or the table. His grin was answered with a cold stare
by her.

"Please, sit down." Pulling out a chair, he gestured Anya to it. With her
seated, he took his own seat across the table.

Anya primly folded her hands on her lap and sat there. On the table was
antique china, crystal, and silver. From the looks of it, the bottle of
wine was of a vintage that was thought to have been lost a long time
ago. "I wonder what he would do if I poured that on the floor..." she
wondered.

"I understand you don't wish to be here," he began, "but I promise after
this, I will release you. I don't mean any harm." He shrugged. "I have this
attraction for you Amazons, and you are the first one I've ever gotten to
meet. Besides, I still have you on camera breaking into my home. I wouldn't
want you to go to jail, you are far too pretty for that."

She gave a slight snort at his words. "And I would be in jail because?"
Anya asked. "I've noticed at least a few things here that the police are
looking for as well. So If I was in jail you would be there right beside
me." She took the cloth napkin from the plat and unfolded it with a
'snap'. "Lets get this over with so I can get out of her, shall we?"

"Yes, you would be in jail. Technology does wonders. I could evacuate
anything incriminating within two hours to a location the police would
never find. I don't want to threaten, but to just prove that have my means."

"Oh I doubt I would ever reach the police station..." Anya replied,
smiling ever so slightly. "If I was arrested that is. And besides, I
know a thing or two that certain parties wouldn't want released. So I
doubt your jail concept very much."

With a nod to the lurking John, the Collector peered across the table at
Anya. "My lord, you're beautiful. Your mother must be very proud. You know,
you do that uniform justice. Why aren't you Ultra Woman, instead of that
failure that used to be White Venus? You sure seem to have all the courage
and resourcefulness to fit the bill."

The way Anya's teeth ground together could've ripped apart solid steel
if she had any between her teeth. She had heard of the latest version of
Ultra Woman but hadn't met her as of yet. There would be fireworks when
they did meet Anya was sure. "None of your damn business," she said with
a force that most people could've interpreted as a slap in the face.
Anya tried to sigh but she found that the bustier was rather tight on
her chest. It needed to be in order to hold captive both of her breasts.
"And leave my mother out of this, shall we?"

As his assistant brought bowls of steaming soup to the table, the Collector
kept looking Anya over. His eyes would take in the swell of her breasts
inside the taut red bustier, admire the way her dark hair fell over the
sides of the golden tiara as it flickered in reflection of the candles'
flames. He would gaze at the violet eyes so filled with anger.

Anya stared right back him and showed just what anger blazed behind her
eyes. The man was sort of good looking but with his actions had made
himself quite repulsive in her eyes. She took no notice of the food
before her. "Knowing him," she thought. "He probably drugged it."
Everytime Anya saw his eyes focus on the deep valley between her breasts
she just want to gouge his eyes out. She just KNEW he had a hard on at
this moment....

"So, why did you come here anyway, Ultra Woman?"

"You had something that somebody wanted. Actually you have a lot of
things that a lot of people would want." She gave a slightly evil grin.
"And don't call me that please since I'm not. I won't be part of one of
your sick fantasies more then I can help it." Anya crossed her arms over
her chest and glared at him. "Can we have dessert so I can go?"

"You never wanted to be Ultra Woman?" he said, his face showing his
amazement. "I thought all of you Amazons lived for that or something? I
know there have been what..." He pulled out his fingers and started
counting. "Her..that one...the Hawaiian...okay, three mother/daughter Ultra
Womans. You didn't want to do that too?" he asked, in geniune curiousity.

"None of your business what I want or don't want. If I was going to give
an interview I would've talked to one of those damned reporters." And
did she ever mean what she said. Her life was private and Anya was
determined to keep it that way. "For the record, some of us don't live
for it." For Anya, that was the truth. She really hadn't cared about
being Ultra Woman but because she had been, in her mind at least, denied
it because of her parentage that made her privately want the title
badly. At least to then throw it back in the face of the Queen. "Since
we're on question time at the moment... How many heroine, not just Ultra
Woman, items do you have in there? Seemed like a bit."

He smiled. "I have many things, some legal, some I obtained more for
curiousity's sake. Nothing in there is really illegal. I mean, I didn't
steal any of the costumes or pictures, at least I don't think any heroines
pressed charges for stolen torn up costumes.

Anya repressed a slight smile. Yes she figured that not many would've
pressed charges even had they known of this place. Because they would've
had to explain, in court and on the record, just _how_ the costume got
torn up in the first place. She doubted many would want to do that.
"Kidnapping somebody and forcing them to wear something that isn't their
own isn't exactly legal buster. And don't start saying about me doing
something illegal again. I do not want to be in your collection!"

"All I ask is a little of your time. If you want, I will even give
you whatever you came here for. How is that? In exchange for an evening
with an Amazon, I'll give you whatever you came for, and let you go, of
course." He placed his chin in his hands and smiled at Anya pleasantly. "Fair?"

A few doller signs rolled in her head at his words. She already had a
few concepts at escape but if she could make a profit on this... "_IF_ I
were to give you that evening you so desperatly want I would want more
then I came for. Much more..." Anya said staring back at him. "And
before you even think it, your 'evening' will NOT include and bed time
or more of what you started earlier. Got it?"

 

[mypgems]

That is all there is, there ain't no more!

Well there was one that Doc and I started but didn't get very far. It had Rei coming back after the birth of her daughter. She meets up with Bryan/Captain Liberty(more in a Batman outfit this time) and they go in search of Anya's dad, Draco. Pity I can't find it because it had a nice scene where Rei discovers her baby is a vamp.

Anyways... thanks for reading!