Chapter 1: First Round
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Life is weird, and sometimes you just have to let the tides of bullshit ebb and flow over you.
You don’t fight it; you don’t struggle against the current and you don’t try to get back to where you were.
It becomes less moving forward, and more like not drowning. Treading water but not trying to reach the shore.
This metaphor brought to you by your local dimensional traveler. Though really, she should say kidnappee.
Kohl had been treading water for a few years now, ever since she had been yanked through the fabric of space time and deposited into a vat of jelly.
No really, it had been grape flavored.
She thinks that she was supposed to be that particular Villain’s starter plot?
You know, their big introduction into the world at large as a player of “the game”.
It had failed of course. Maybe even without her introduction to the plot.
Instead of whatever he had been attempting to get, (she thinks that he had been gunning for some kinda giant monster, one of those tentacled eldritch things) the heroes had jimmied his controls and she had popped out instead.
And then the entire place had exploded, and she had been picked up by the villain after being stuck in jelly for a few hours.
The only thing that could have sent her home had gone up in smoke, the asshole who brought her here had been put back to step one with his tech, and the group that had been too focused on ruining the villain’s day to bother with her.
Later, as Kohl had learned more about this world and tracked the movement of the various ‘Players’, they turned out to not be heroes at all.
The ‘Main Characters’ of the universe, if she was guessing correctly, but still not the heroes.
She had been left with no safety net, not even an understanding of how this universe worked.
Soooooo~
Pretending to be a willing henchman to her kidnapper was just how she was going to survive.
Her plan had been to help him recreate the thing that brought her here, and then toss herself through.
But that had been years ago, and she wasn’t even trying to go back home anymore. Her boss was smart enough to know her plan, and while she wasn’t the monster that he had wanted, she was apparently invaluable with grunt work.
It was just easier to keep living here, where she didn’t have to worry about money or her future.
Well, Kohl should worry, but honestly, she was probably going to be killed with a stray punch, so there wasn’t a real reason to try and plan for the future.
And money, with her rich boss who just let her buy whatever she claimed she needed, was no object.
Her boss, Mr. Black, was basically a villain of the week. He was a trust-fund baby who had spent way too much time watching conspiracy theory videos, and once one of them proved to be half true? He became convinced that they all were.
His plots usually revolved around getting the treasure or weapons that he knew had to exist in various important parts of New York City, not caring about the people or collateral damage that he would cause as he ripped up parts of the city.
He would attack companies that had “Secret Solider Serum” or break into historical buildings for “Ancient Magical Artifacts” and would routinely hit up the zoo for “Rare Magical Creatures” and no government building was safe from him going after them for “Proof of Alien Life”.
. . . the fact that he was usually half right on some level was something that she just had to swallow and move on from.
There were often serums that had concerning side-effects, artifacts that were cursed or haunted, and sometimes an animal in a cage was less magical and more mutated.
And well, aliens were usually a ‘special’ event but very much proven to exist.
She would feel worse about helping him with his plans, if everything here wasn’t weirdly cartoony.
Any building that got half demolished would be rebuilt within the week, and would often be bigger and better than the original.
Long-term injuries didn’t exist, unless you literally lost a limb. No matter what happened to anyone, the damage just didn’t stick. Sometimes people would get scars, but only if they were badass or attractive.
You could drop a house on Mr. Black, and despite him just being a human in some spandex and armor, he would not only survive but not even have a broken bone.
The worst he ever had was a black eye or a missing tooth that would just apparently grow the fuck back.
This world worked by the rule of funny.
Because she was in a damned cartoon.
She had been terrified of accidentally being killed for a while, because those rules didn’t work for her. She would still keep her bruises and scratches for the regular amount of time.
She had no idea what would happen if she ever had to go to a doctor, if she could even take any medicine or if it would just poison her.
Something was going to kill her one day, and she was pretty sure that it was going to be completely by accident.
So, she was paranoid and reactionary. Jumping at shadows and retreating at the drop of a dime. The ultimate scaredy cat.
She matched hilariously well with Mr. Black, an overly confident and handsome man who always rushed into anything with barely any background checks.
The rule of contrast at play, her seemingly paranoid fear underlining his foolhardy confidence.
The straight man to his fool.
She was the only reason he wasn’t in jail, because every time he got his ass beat up, she could come by later and peel him off of the pavement and drive him home.
It was a routine that worked out pretty well for both of them.
At least it had, until Mr. Black had gotten it into his head that he wanted to elevate the game.
To up the stakes, and become a more serious threat.
And didn’t inform her of that fact.
When Khol went to work that day, she hadn’t thought that it would be anything different.
Another day, another dollar, another visit to the hospital to collect her boss after he got his ass kicked.
Just the same old same old as always, another day in the life of a henchman.
Henchwoman.
Whatever.
She had just been carrying the coffee, a cinnamon mocha for her and a Frappuccino for her boss, just punched in her boss’s birth year into the elevator buttons in the parking garage elevator, just kept her balance as the elevator jostled a little as it went farther than the construction blueprints had ever thought it would.
Kohl had bopped down the long hallway, the music in her headphones drowning out the weird metallic screeching of the security system.
She had just hip checked the door open, flipped the lights on from their ominous glow setting to their “I work here and need to see” setting.
She had placed her boss’s iced coffee in the mini fridge, that was disguised as some laser mount and then had plopped herself in her rollie chair. Turned her computer on in order to start answering e-mails from the various suppliers and what not. All of those little details that let the supervillain have all of their fancy toys and keep the lights on.
It was supposed to be a day, a regular day and an average morning.
So, Kohl was not prepared to glance up from her screen and see a heavily restrained individual hanging from the ceiling of containment tube number three.
Kohl had squealed, falling out of her chair and having her headphones fall off her head, her chair skidding out behind her and smacking into the statue of Mr. Black in his supervillain outfit.
Kohl hid behind her desk for a moment, peeking over the top while on her knees to stare at the containment tube.
Yes, there was someone hanging from the top of the tube, someone tall because their feet almost touched the bottom of the 9-foot tube. They were dangling from their wrists which helped, but still.
They had been stripped of all of their clothing, if they had even been wearing any. They were shaped in such a way that would need a dedicated tailor what with how their shoulders were wide and their waist clinched in like somebody’s Dorito shaped male fantasy.
They had their hands in one big orb to keep them from touching anything, their mouth was muzzled with what Kohl called the “Shut it 5000” and their ankles were chained together with some of the magic chains that Kohl had picked up last week from the underground city. They couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t even touch their chains.
Also, they were a giant green mutant turtle.
And Kohl was terrified.
Because hanging in her place of work was one of the four most dangerous individuals in this universe.
It was one of the protagonists.
Kohl wasn’t no fool. When a team of wise-cracking, color coded, visually appealing individuals always turned up to every heist in the damn city and always ended up winning one way or another?
That’s a fucking protagonist. The one who is either always going to come out on top, or is going to come back three times stronger to whoop your ass after your moment of victory.
Kohl had made hella sure to stay away from any place that might become a battle ground, to stay far away from anywhere that might house a fight. To stay far from anyone that would throw a punch in her direction.
And now there was a fucking PROTAG a few yards from her.
And just to make it worse.
The ‘main characters’ of this universe were not heroes.
They weren’t even anti-heroes, they were like . . . a home owner association.
They had apparently claimed the entirety of New York City as their stomping grounds and took offense at anyone messing around with what they considered theirs. They would stop a bank robbery, only to keep the money. They would walk right by an expensive store being robbed, only to flip their lids at someone holding up a taco-truck.
They would walk down the streets of New York and play keep away with the cops. None of the police ever shot at them, not after it had been spelled out to the world that they would return a bullet with a bazooka.
There had been a demonstration.
New York was their play-ground.
They had different levels of ‘evil’ though.
Well, to be honest Kohl wouldn’t really use ‘evil’, after all there hadn’t been any gory deaths or torture.
Just property damage really.
The Red one was their tank, the powerhouse. And the one that would apparently break into build-a-bear to add to his collection anytime they got in new products. They just set things aside for him now.
The Orange was their dps. He would usually crash any cooking shows being made, either as a judge or a contestant. He’s the one that does the most theft, technically. He seems to have made it his goal in life to hit up every restaurant in New York, and depending on the food, you can get a good review or a smoldering crater where the restaurant used to be.
The Blue was spokesman, the one doing most of the talking. He just wanted to be seen, showing up anywhere that there are a lot of cameras. Crashing the Met Gala, nerd conventions, movie sets. He’ll appear, steal the show, and flirt with whoever is prettiest in the area, and make a dramatic exit. Usually with the pretty person, who would show up later a little ruffled but grinning.
And the Purple one was their tech. The one who scrambled camera feeds and made their toys. The one who pointed the bazooka at the cops and did most of the property damage. The one who didn’t show up as much, except for when someone had some interesting tech on display. Then it became his tech.
And now one of those color-coded nightmares was hanging in her place of business.
Kohl took a moment to scream into her hands.
It was all that she would allow herself to have.
Kohl stood up, accessed her computer and immediately began to activate the ‘Dump’ program.
She had insisted and forced Mr. Black to put this into his servers. It would eradicate the systems and turn all of the computers and files into literal slag, making it so not even the hardware could be salvaged.
Kohl backed up all of their information on the cartoon version of a thumb-drive every week, so they would only be out a few days of work, and she could use one of the smaller lairs until a new home base could be built.
But she needed to kill everything now.
Her eyes kept flicking toward the captive, her nerves growing tenser and tenser as she did her best to not look in his eyes.
She suspected that she knew which one he was, so there was a chance that this was not going to do anything, that their systems were already breached, and their information mined.
His green skin was darker than the others.
Well, probably. They weren’t here to compare, but she could already tell that he wasn’t the red one or the orange one or the-
Oh, who was she kidding?
This was the purple one, and she needed to get the fuck out of here.
The purple one was the one with the highest body count, the one who had done the most damage in the fights. The one who was probably going to end up being the fully fledged supervillain.
And now he was glaring at her, and she didn’t have a disguise on or anything.
Not that a disguise would do anything really, it wasn’t like she had a real identity or that she was an unknown entity on the supervillain scene. Her voice was often heard as she responded to Mr. Black’s requests, and she knows he always has his coms on speaker.
But she used to be able to walk down the street without much fear, but now that was all gone and fucked.
Her boss had gone and kidnapped a main character! They were going to have a vendetta against him now, and she was just going to end up as collateral! The purple one did so much splash damage when he was fighting, and he would not be pulling punches here.
Fuck!
The program was about 70% done and Kohl could hear some of the various machinery in the lair shutting down. The generators and such powering down in preparation of the lair being abandoned, the lights even dimming as they entered power saving mode as the electricity started to dry up.
Only the safety and display lights were left on to see by when her phone rang.
Her work phone, the big dramatic landline shaped like some new age monstrosity. A phone that only one person had the number to.
Kohl almost gave herself a concussion answering it, “Boss. Why is there a captive in the lair?”
“Ah! You have seen my arch-nemesis! Truly it was a fight for the ages to contain the devilish reptile!”
Kohl pressed her lips together, urging the loading bar to fill up faster as she held back her instinctive screaming.
Her boss was a dumbass.
“Did you fight him, or did you take advantage of something else.”
If he had taken advantage of a moment of weakness then the kidnapping might have been legit. Mr. Black might have really just gotten incredibly unlucky and hooked a bigger fish than he was prepared for.
But if there had been an actual fight-
“Of course, there was a fight! He was mighty, but I was mightier! The battle was glorious-”
Kohl ignored her boss’s monologuing as her eyes snapped up to the hanging Purple, his body still visible in the dimming light, his eyes meeting hers and surely noticing her increased panic.
Fuck.
This was absolutely a sting operation. They must want something that her boss had and sent in the purple one for one reason or another.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“-used my newest acquisition on him! I was sure that his reptile nature would be his undoing with the drugs I had gotten from the zoo! And I was right, after getting him secured in the containment tube, the dose made him no threat at all!”
Kohl’s brain screeched to a stop.
“Drugs? What drugs?”
There had only been a few things taken from the most recent zoo visit, and none of them would be able to sedate the mutant.
“Why the drugs that were being transported under the guise of the zoo’s repopulation efforts! As if anyone would spend so much money on simple creatures breeding!”
Oh.
Oh hell no.
Kohl gently put the phone down on the table, taping the mute button. Her boss wouldn’t notice that he was monologuing to himself as long as the dial tone didn’t ring.
Kohl glanced back toward the computer.
It was 94% done, and at this point didn’t need to be babysat anymore.
Kohl was going to get up, nonchalantly walk out of the lair and take a day off.
She was not going to panic, she was not going to panic.
Kohl stood up and the mutant turtle in the tube let out a noise that managed to send a violent shock to her hindbrain.
Like if a blender and a deflating balloon had a baby, and that baby was angry at you
She spun around to look at him, and nearly fell over again at the absolutely venomous look in his eyes.
He was staring at her like he hated her, like she was the one who had trussed him up like a turkey and not her boss.
Where before his eyes had been glazed and vacant, half asleep from assumably hanging around all night, now he was vividly and angrily aware.
Purple started to glow around his head, and something appeared from the light to strike the tube, cracking the supposed to be shatterproof glass.
Kohl broke into a sprint before she could even think.
She didn’t make it far before she heard the shattering of glass.
She would like to say that it was her knowledge of tropes and her reflexes that let her dodge the turtle’s first lunge.
But she had just been startled by the noise and slipped, just barely dropping low enough to have the green blur miss her.
The mutant skid across the tile, and Kohl had a moment to get a good look at him.
He hadn’t managed to free his hands and chains still trailed off of his limbs. The bonds had been strong enough, but the mountings had been too weak. He was mobile but at least he still had his arms partially restrained and his stride hindered.
The muzzle stayed on, keeping his mouth shut, but his eyes literally glowed with the rage contained within.
Kohl was fairly certain that he wasn’t in his right mind.
But he didn’t need to be in his right mind to murder her ass.
Kohl scuttled back to her feet and took a hard turn just to avoid the lunging jump that she correctly guessed was coming.
She wove around statues and listened for any change in the manic jingling of the chain around the mutant’s ankles. For any pause that heralded a sudden jump.
Kohl could not keep this up. She was already out of breath and he was a cartoon character! He wouldn’t get tired for hours!
She needed to- to-
THunk!
There was a flash of purple light and Kohl felt something tug on her pants, and she went down like a sack of potatoes.
Kohl only just barely caught herself on her arms sliding forward a bit. Her pants, caught on something, slid down until they were around her knees, and she was laying on the floor of her workplace with her panty clade ass out in the air. And her panties weren’t even covering the whole thing, her pants going down having dragged her underwear to bunch up just below her cheeks.
She had a moment of shock, a moment of embarrassment, and then her lungs were expelling out all the air in them as she was pressed to the floor by a three-hundred-pound mutant who flopped on top of her with a muffled hissing noise.
She had been caught.
Shit.
Kohl didn’t have the air to scream, but ever muscle in her body tightened like a string on a guitar, ready to be hurt by the mutant on top of her.
. . .
? ? ?
For a moment, then another, nothing happened. The mutant just laid on top of her, hissing through his muzzle like it was the only thing he could do, chest inflating and deflating with the breath he needed to keep the sound up.
Kohl, well, it wasn’t like she couldn’t move. She was being pressed into the hard ground, and her arms were splayed out in front of her where the sudden weight to her back had forced them out from under her.
She shifted just a bit, trying to get out from under the- the- passed out!!?? Maybe!??!- mutant.
And yeah.
He was not passed out.
The hiss turned into a snarl, but the weight on her back lifted, only for purple to light up the darkened lair.
Kohl forced all of the tension out of her body, rag-dolling underneath the turtle above her with a wheeze, the last of the air she had managed to suck into her lungs, leaving her in her best attempt at a scream.
The mutant seemed to take her sudden relaxing as the surrender it was and the purple dimmed just a touch. The constructions didn’t go away but they weren’t moving or looked like they were powering up or anything.
Kohl stayed flat on her face as the mutant shifted above her. She almost flinched when she felt air move over her neck, the mutant snuffling at her like he was a dog.
Kohl did her best to play dead as the mutant checked her out, sniffing at her and nudging at her with his head to shift her to his liking.
This was- wasn’t so bad. He was just inspecting her? Checking her out?
Maybe once he was done sniffing her, he would go and explore the other parts of the lair and Kohl would be able to sneak away?
Kohl held the fragile hope in her heart, as the mutant shifted above her.
And then something touched her ass.
It- it wasn’t his stomach, not broad enough for that.
It slapped right between her cheeks, like it had sprung from somewhere.
Kohl-
Kohl had an idea of what it was.
The thing jolted forward suddenly, pressing between her ass cheeks, dragging between the flesh and settling itself firmly in between.
It was-
It was without a doubt.
A penis.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
Kohl was being pressed to the floor of a supervillain’s lair getting her ass humped by another supervillain who was out of his mind on Viagra.
His cock was huge. Fat and long with a broad inhuman head.
He was, he was producing a whole lot of precum.
Or she thought that it was precum.
Whatever it was, it was pooling in the small of her back and greasing her crack with every thrust he made with that cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
Kohl rolled her head to the side trying to get a good look at what her position was like.
The mutant still had his arms bound together, currently placing his weight on his elbows that were on either side of her, the metal ball that bound then directly in front of her. His mouth was still muzzled judging by how muffled the groans he was making were, and Kohl could hear the jingle of his chained feet.
But the area was lit up by a bright purple glow coming off of his markings and the hard light constructions surrounding them. The constructions flickered like they had a bad signal, and from what little she could make out of them, they weren’t the regular polished and completed things that he usually made.
They looked more like blue prints or rough drafts than anything completed. Robot arms that weren’t connected to anything, guns missing their casings, empty structures and half-finished projects.
But they didn’t need to be complete or perfect to fuck her up.
They still had weight, all that would need to happen is him dropping one on her and she’d be dead.
Kohl grit her teeth, and then full body shivered at another long thrust of the mutant’s cock.
Fucking hell, every time that fat bar of a cock slid between her cheeks and hit her spine she just-
Would it go that deep if he was fucking her? Would he still knock against her spine!? Surely not, right? there was no way it would-
Shlick.
“Mmmmmph!”
God, damn fucking tease.
The mutant above her made a deep churring noise at her bitten off moan, lowering himself so that his chest pressed into her back. She felt the heated metal of the muzzle against the side of her neck and knew that if that wasn’t in the way then he would probably be going after her neck.
Licking, sucking, kissing, or hell, biting that muzzle was keeping him from teasing her even more.
Possibly keeping her alive as well, she bet his teeth were sharp.
Shlick
Fuck, ok, ok.
How.
Was she getting out of this situation?
The mutant wasn’t aggressive at this moment, but Kohl wasn’t even going to bother struggling, there was no way she was going to get out from under him with her strength alone.
Also.
He hadn’t gotten off yet, and it was no mystery about how much he would dislike having the soft thing he was humping taken away.
If Kohl was desperate horny enough to hump something then she knows that she would go ape-shit if someone tried to steal her pillow.
Kohl couldn’t keep an exhausted groan from coming out, pressing her forehead to the ground and trying to ignore the shiver from the answering churr behind her.
Kohl was genre savvy. She knew that at this point she was basically in a goddamn porno.
Because really, this was barely a step away from sex-pollen. Almost but not quite a fuck-or-die sorta cliché.
She wasn’t getting out of this until the mutant on top of her had an orgasm.
If she played her cards right, then this wouldn’t escalate to penetrative sex. Because she wasn’t on any kind of birth control and she sure as hell didn’t have a condom on her.
There was no doubt in her mind that if given even half a chance the mutant on top of her would be cumming balls deep in her pussy if he remembered it existed, and she really didn’t want to learn if they were biologically compatible.
Kohl resigned herself to being humped till the mutant was finished, and hoped that she would be able to crawl away while he was post-orgasmic.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
. . .
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Hmmm.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
HMMM.
Shlick.
Kohl twitched, her nerves full of sparks as the fucking cock sliding between her ass cheeks kept up it’s slow and long thrusts. It was nothing more than a tease, only enough friction
That- that couldn’t possibly be enough. Not- not while he was like this! With some kind of mental stimulation, like dirty talk or something, maybe he could have gotten off with a slow grind to her ass, but with his brain down the drain, physical stimulation was all there was!
Kohl just, she didn’t have enough ass to give him that stimulation! Only half of his dick at a maximum was touching her skin! And he was going really slow?!
You would think that he would hump like a dog, but no! The pace was downright leisurely.
Wasn’t he supposed to be mad with lust!? If he fucked like this while out of his mind on drugs then she didn’t even want to contemplate how slow he went when he could use his brain.
He must be such a tease, drag everything out, make a girl beg for it . . .
Kohl couldn’t help the way her ass tensed at the thought, adding a bit of friction to the cock dragging between her cheeks. The involuntary stimulation earned herself an even slower thrust. The churring that had been vibrating her shoulder blades went even deeper, the metal of the muzzle pressing a little harder to her neck.
Shit, if things stayed at this pace, then his brothers might come for him! He might wake up from his horny fog!
HER BOSS MIGHT SHOW UP!
Yeah, nah, Kohl had to do something to speed this along. He apparently wasn’t against her moving. Just as long as it was to help him out.
If she just managed to get more friction on his cock . . .
Kohl raised her hips slowly, using her chest as leverage to pull her knees up. She tried to make it slow and subtle, to not spook the giant mutant behind her.
He didn’t really seem opposed to the new angle, but he did put more pressure on her hips, though not really in a ‘stop that’ sorta way.
More of a ‘mmm, I like that’ sorta way.
Kohl slowly dragged her hands toward herself, using them to take the pressure off of her chest and balance herself in her new position.
She would need to time this just right.
Kohl waited, got used to the mutant’s rhythm, and on a long drag backwards, she canted her hips up high enough that the head of his cock slipped and instead of going back up her ass crack, it instead went between her thighs.
For a heart stopping moment the head of his cock caught on her underwear, dragging it a little farther down than the thrusting had already pulled it.
For a second the broad head of the mutant’s cock had pressed to her hot naked pussy, and Kohl was hit by a powerful longing and a very powerful fear.
But that was a cock that wouldn’t be able to wedge it’s head in without some loosening up before hand, and didn’t have a chance in hell in this position. If her legs were spread then maybe it might have wedged inside with a hand to keep it steady.
But like this? It just kissed her for a moment before her underwear snapped back up and the cock tucked itself into the soft and soaking space between her thighs.
The cock slid over her still barely clothed pussy, parting the lips through the silk and knocking into her clit. The bolt of pleasure that brought made her thighs nearly snap together in an instinctive attempt to protect the sensitive bud, but only ensuring that now the fat cock was wedged perfectly to rub against it with ever thrust.
The mutant stuttered to a stop when her thighs closed around his cock, his churring guttering out into another snarl.
Kohl froze. Her body humming in pleasure at the new stimulation, but also fear at what that sound might mean.
But her fear was quickly put to rest by the hard and fast thrust that the mutant did.
Kohl braced herself, sure that the new tight place that she had provided would kick start that mutant into letting loose, into really fucking her thighs and cumming as fast as he could.
Kohl made sure that her palms were firmly on the floor and that her knees weren’t about to slip.
She was ready.
. . .
. . .
. . ?
SHLLLLIIIICK.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” Kohl muttered.
HE WAS GOING SLOWER.
What.
What?!?!
The mutant’s churring had dramatically picked up in volume, nearly vibrating against her back as he slowly dragged his cock between her thighs and pressed back.
“Whhhhy, are you going so slowly?! Don’t you want to get off? Why the fuck are you edging yourself like this? Get off or get off me!” Kohl hissed, angry that her plan had some how backfired!
Her angry grumbling barely got a response out of the mutant, nothing more than another firm press of the metal into her neck.
And it was at that moment that Kohl had a realization.
The mutant was tall.
How the fuck was he managing to get his dick on her while also getting his muzzle on her?
Kohl, now less afraid of everything happening to her, and steadily getting more and more sexually frustrated by the slow rub of the mutant’s cock on her cunt, looked behind herself.
And she finally realized how this guy was humping her despite his bindings.
His legs were bent like a frog’s at the knee, and his knees were on the ground at a very wide angle. Along with the fact that only his elbows were able to be used for leverage . . .
He . . . if he really tired to put his back into humping her, then he would lose contact with her body entirely.
Oh, this dipshit.
“You don’t have to pull back so damn far! Just grind into me! You don’t need to thrust.”
Kohl, in a moment of frustration and anger, tensed her arms and slammed her hips back into the mutant as he was pushing forward.
Her ass slammed into his hips, and the sudden violent stimulation on her clit as his cock slid against her pussy made her roll her hips in an attempt to sooth the friction, making her add a twist to his cock’s base.
There was a choke from the mutant and the cock between her thighs moved.
It slapped upward on her stomach, almost digging into her belly button. And for a dizzying moment Kohl wondered if that was how deep it would reach inside of her if he had managed to slip inside.
Her pussy clenched at the thought and her thighs pressed together harder, sandwiching the twitching length between them.
The mutant made a low whining sound and tried to pull away from her, his chest leaving her back as he pushed himself up to shift away.
But Kohl needed this bastard to cum, and she bet that the twitching meant that he was close.
Kohl shifted her weight to one hand, and reached up with the other.
She managed to snag the side of his muzzle and drag his head back down and over her shoulder, grinding her hips even harder into his own as she tensed and relaxed her thighs over and over again in an attempt to-
Make.
Him.
Cum.
And with a groan from the mutant that she felt in her stomach, the mutant did.
All of his muscles tensed into stone, and he reared up suddenly.
His bound arms came down and pressed to her chest, keeping her anchored to him as her weight shifted to sit on his thighs, his cock still snuggled between her own.
Kohl yelped, one hand gripping the muzzle and the other gripping the arms around her as her thighs got even tighter around what felt like a steel bar nudged up against her pussy.
He was nearly in an arch as he came, cock shivering and twitching before spitting out cum.
He came and came, abbs tensing and releasing, thighs flexing and biceps throbbing.
Kohl was breathing hard as she felt the mutant orgasm around her, watched the cock between her legs drip enough cum to get her pregnant three times over.
But eventually his cock stopped squirting, and his body twitched a few times before relaxing all at once. Kohl squealed as he went flopping backwards with her still firmly caged in her arms.
He hit the ground and his arms untensed, and Kohl immediately slithered out of his grip.
She shuffled to the side, yanking her pants back up, ignoring how wet she was from both his precum and her own aborted arousal.
Kohl didn’t go far, turning back to watch him, and she saw him watch her in return.
He was lying supine on his back, slightly contorted to allow for his shell, but relaxed all the same. A loud purring nearly rattling her teeth as he enjoyed his afterglow.
But his eyes, though still fuzzy and feral, were nowhere close to sleep.
He . . . was not done.
If she tried to run, Kohl had no doubt that he would snap to full alertness and chase after her, and just restart everything. And it would be worse, because then he would have more stamina after getting off once.
She might end up in a position that would allow him to force his dick inside of her, and then she would be fucked for however long he wanted.
And she had already learned that he doesn’t mind going slow.
Kohl’s eyes traveled down his heaving body until they settled on his- his cock. It was just sorta hanging on his body, protruding from him where before there had been nearly no indication of its presence.
Yeah, it had shrunk a bit after his orgasm, but it was far from soft and it looked like it still had another orgasm in it, easy.
Kohl took a breath to settle her nerves and regrated it immediately. Because where before the lair had smelled like chemicals and electricity, now it smelled like wet sex.
Kohl hissed the air out from between her teeth and steeled herself.
Her best bet to getting away, was to tired the mutant out.
And she would need to squeeze at least one more orgasm out of him to do that.
Kohl crawled closer, eyes watching his own as she made sure he wasn’t about to attack.
His eyes sharpened, the predator returning to his gaze. But he stayed on his back, just watching as she came closer and closer to him.
He watched her closely, but he wasn’t tensing up or anything, so she figured that he didn’t consider her a threat. Or that it was hard to be afraid of the chick that had just gotten you off.
Kohl reached out, and wrapped her hand around the mutant’s cock. When she made contact, the mutant’s purring guttered out, his body twitching a little, but he didn’t try to move away from her.
Kohl slowly moved her hand over his cock, and felt some kind of aroused horror. The mutant’s cock was as thick as a soda can and long enough to make her feel a phantom ache.
This was a monster, a weapon, and her pussy throbbed and shivered in anticipation and fear.
This cock would break her.
Yeah.
He cannot be allowed to try and fuck her with this, especially not when he was currently unable to conceptualize the thought of foreplay.
Kohl needed to get him off, and get out.
And the faster she made him cum, the more likely he was to fall asleep afterwards.
Kohl swallowed, and then she settled herself on her knees and got her other hand involved in handling the weapon between his legs.
She started slow, stroking from the tip to the base and twisting at the head, needing to get her back and shoulders involved to get the whole cock in one smooth stroke.
The mutant twitched and flinched below her, surely suffering from some oversensitivity, but not making a move to stop her.
In fact, the churring noise picked up again, the mutant apparently having no issue with Kohl’s actions at all.
He even shifted his hips to give her a better angle.
Kohl tightened her grip a bit, trying to cover as much of his dick as she could as she felt it firm up under her hands.
Yeah, this was the best course of action. There was no doubt left in Kohl’s mind that he would have gone after her if she had tried to leave.
Kohl looked at the task ahead of her, at the giant cock that was still firming up in her hands, and then at her own hands.
They were entirely too small to make this work quickly.
She wasn’t able to surround his cock in a single hand, and had to move her entire body in order to do a full stroke form base to tip. She was going to run out of energy before he came, she was sure of that.
So, it was entirely a well thought out and calculated plan that led her to throwing a leg over his stomach and rucking up her shirt and bra underneath her chin.
It had nothing to do with the arousal that still throbbed in her body, nothing to do with the instant relief that came with rolling her hips into his abbs, from grinding her weeping pussy into the hot body below her.
Nope!
It was all just to get him off faster!
Kohl pressed the cock into her stomach, her muffin top protecting his more sensitive skin from her waistband. She was leaned over in a harsh angle to get as much skin contact as she possibly could with his cock, and if that just so happened to crush her clit into his pelvis, then it was just a happy accident.
Kohl pressed the burning hot cock into her, and used her hands and her stomach to surround it in skin and sensation, leaning herself in a sharp curve in order to drag her breasts across the head.
Kohl-
Kohl lost a little bit of her composure there, ending up humping the mutant below her like a horny teenager. One of her arms having made their way to the base of his cock and staying there, using her forearm to press the length of him to her stomach as she wiggled on top of him, the other hand sliding up and down his cock as an afterthought. Her arms managed to press her breasts together enough to surround the head, popping it in and out of the precum and sweat slick space with each flex of her thighs.
The mutant below her had been making a noise, something close to distress but very obviously in pleasure. His muscles tightening and tightening below her until with an absolutely guttural snarl, he tensed so hard that he lifted Kohl into he air, making her yelp and release his cock, her hands slapping into his thighs to keep her from falling off of him.
Kohl froze there panting, flinching and shivering at the feeling of semen hitting her stomach and breasts, thrown off her rhythm and losing the chance to have her own orgasm. All she could do was stare out into the dark lair, strobing purple light flashing behind her as her core worked to keep her balance on his stomach and thighs, the cock pressed to her stomach jerked and twitching as it came again.
The mutant eventually relaxed, sinking back to the floor as he began to breath deeply and churr softly once again.
Kohl slid off of him, half collapsing beside him on her side as her body shuddered in thwarted pleasure. Her hips jerked, trying to get the stimulation back on her clit even as her thighs pulled closed to dull it’s throbbing.
Kohl, breathing heavy and swallowing down the saliva that had flooded her mouth glanced up at his face.
His eyes weren’t quite shut, a slight glow peeking out from between the lids, but with a glance back down his body, Kohl knew he was finished.
His cock had shrunk and was slowly receding back into his body, a sign sure as anything that he was done and that there wouldn’t be a third round.
Kohl sat there for a few more minutes, watching his cock disappear back into his body. She sat there as his breathing evened out even more and the purple glow got dimmer and dimmer until it went out entirely.
She sat there until even the mutants purring quieted down into something a little closer to snoring.
And then she moved.
She got up slowly, and headed as quietly as she could back to her desk. She checked the computer, confirmed that the dump program had been completed, and then she grabbed her purse and got out her emergency wet wipes.
She cleaned off as much of the cum as she could, focusing mostly on anything still wet. She got enough off it off that she felt comfortable putting her clothes back in order.
She would need a shower, but there would be time for that.
Kohl grabbed the emergency jacket that she kept for the cold days, wrapping it around her waist to cover up the wet spot that she could feel there.
Kohl took a deep breath, and then threw her head back as she let it out.
She was so.
Damn.
Horny.
She wanted nothing more than to shove her pants down and finger fuck herself to an orgasm. To go back to the mutant on the floor and lick at the slit that his cock had disappeared into until it reappeared for her.
She wanted to straddle his thigh and grind on him to she finally finally managed to finish.
But no.
She needed to escape.
She needed to escape right now, and when she got home, she could whip out her vibrator and release her tension.
But that was later, and right now she needs to get control of herself so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself in public.
Kohl nabbed her purse, and walked down the long hallway, the gentle purring fading behind her as she finally entered the elevator and hit the ground floor button.
The doors closed behind her, sealing off the lair and the mutant that still laid on the floor.
Chapter 2: Round 2
Summary:
Kohl gets caught, and Donny likes to take his time, likes to tease and tease until she loses her mind.
Notes:
i almost tripled the word count in this one chapter.
it took me, like 5 hours to proofread this and i just ended up adding another thousand words to it.
happy reading, sorry for the tease.
also, if you're bad at dialogue, then all you have to do is gag one of the people in the room!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Round 2
Kohl went home the day that she let a mutant use her body like a sex toy, and then proceeded to run her vibrator so hard that she actually broke it.
. . .
That’s what she would have liked to have done, that was the dream, the fantasy.
Hell, that had been the plan until she had made her way into a cab and been forced to actually think about her situation.
Her boss had made a huge enemy, and he was also her single pillar of support in this world.
The main characters could burn him to the ground for what he had done to one of them.
If they went after him, there was no doubt that she would get caught in the crossfire.
She didn’t have time to masturbate, she had to run damage control while she still had a head start.
She didn’t even bother to call Mr. Black.
She just showed up at the lair under his pent-house, the one that was his ‘seat’ of power. The one lair that he didn’t run plots out of.
It was the place that he just retreated to lick his wounds and regroup after a failure.
She immediately took a tour of his various ‘treasures’ and picked out an unwieldly gold hair pin. It was huge, and ugly, and heavy.
It was also one of her boss’s various attempts to gain magical artifacts.
It was a cursed item that had made its way through various harems in ancient China. It basically made it impossible for people who weren’t looking directly at the wearer to remember what they looked like.
She twisted it up in her hair, wincing as the weight of the pin pulled at her scalp.
The mutant was a tech genius, surely able to tap into every security network that had a WIFI signal.
But if there were no visual ques that he could remember, then he wouldn’t be able to find her. No program that he could code that would be able to pick her out from the various cameras that littered New York City like pigeons.
. . . probably.
I mean, it’s hard to find a woman that you can’t remember right?
He might remember what she felt like, what she sounded like, but it’s not like he could write a computer program that could find her from how good she felt touching his dick.
Right?
There was no mystery that she was working for the super villain ‘Obsidian’, but she was hoping that there would be some cartoony reason for why they wouldn’t come after him, and find her.
Either way, she knew that she had to safeguard the shit out of his permeant housing, and networks. Activating the batshit insane magic and mechanical safeguards that were his specialty.
Hopefully the safeguards would keep them both safe from the mutant turtles.
If they even looked his way at all.
A running theme that she had noticed, is that whatever weird shit that happens while in costume? It doesn’t follow any of the players home.
Kohl knew pretty much where everyone who ran around in spandex lived, who they probably were, and even had an idea of their personal relationships.
She just . . . never quite had enough evidence.
It disappeared.
Not in a mysterious way or anything. There was just always some other dumb thing happening nearby that ruined all of her effort.
Coffee would be spilt on computers. There would be a power outage. There would be broken cameras or bird nests that would obscure the view, so that she could never actually see the unmasking of a vigilant or enemy villain.
Kohl had just eventually decided that it was a quirk of the universe.
But she wasn’t from this universe, so she wasn’t sure if it would work for her.
The oddest things seem to skip over her. The laws of this universe are very hit and miss for her, either ignoring her completely or treating her like the ‘straight man’.
Things that would happen to her were not always what would be the funniest possibility or the most plot convenient outcome. Sometimes she just got the most realistic outcome.
So.
Just in case she could be found using more sensible means.
She would take the most sensible actions for someone in her position.
She was going to be rooming with her boss, aka Obsidian, aka Mr. Black.
Mr. Black was no super genius and no main character, but he had been blessed by the universe with the type of luck that always let him get out of any situation with the most minor of issues or injuries.
And maybe she could ride his coat-tails to safety.
. . .
He probably wouldn’t even notice she was living there for at least a few weeks. She often spent a large amount of time in his penthouse or his lairs.
He might actually be under the impression that she already lived with him, come to think of it.
Huh.
Well, whatever.
Kohl settled herself down at a computer and got to work prepping another lair for use, rerouting power and updating security routines.
She had already sent a message to Mr. Black that their former lair was no longer usable, her excuse of the prisoner escaping and the secrecy of the lair being compromised swallowed without a hitch.
Kohl didn’t really want to explain to him, what exactly had happened down there.
Her fingers flited across the keyboard, sending emails and orders as she did her work as a minion.
Distracting herself from the heavy hair pin pulling at her scalp, her new accessory for who knows how long.
But!
She could do this. She could make this work.
All she had to do was wait, what, a week? Three months?
That was usually how long it took for this universe to forget something, and then she could go back to her apartment and not have to worry about getting hunted down.
Kohl shifted her weight, her underwear and pants sticking to her in a distinctly cold and gross way. Her libido still gently humming in her veins, but her actual arousal having fizzled out to nothing.
She still hadn’t had a chance to get off, and now she was too anxious to even try.
She would get this prep-work done, steal some clothes from Mr. Black and take a hot shower. Maybe even manage to rub one or two out while cleaning up.
She was in control, she was keeping her head above the water.
Everything would be fine.
Everything was not fine.
Her plan seemed to have worked out. There had been no sudden invasions to the penthouse, no property damage to Mr. Black’s businesses, no sudden draining of her boss’s finances.
By all accounts, it appeared as though Mr. Black had gotten off scotch free for kidnapping one of the main characters and drugging him to the gills with an aphrodisiac!
. . .
Kohl had greatly underestimated the purple mutant’s drive for revenge.
When Mr. Black finally tried a new plan, he had gotten his ass beat so hard by the turtles that it had actually gotten him a short stay in the hospital.
He had needed to take pain killers and everything!
That was practically a mortal wound for her boss.
Kohl had hunkered down even harder, combing through the security systems a few times a day to make sure that nothing purple had slipped in.
But as time had passed and nothing had penetrated her boss’s systems, she had begun to relax.
The next time Mr. Black had gone out in spandex, he had only gotten a regular beating and Kohl had heaved a relieved sigh.
She had figured that the ‘episode’ must have ended, and that she was no longer on anyone’s radar.
Kohl had gone out to a restaurant to celebrate.
The stupid hairpin had slipped out of her hair when she got jostled on a subway, and the press of people had been so thick that she hadn’t had the room to bend over and pick it up for about ten minutes.
The last thing she remembered was walking toward her favorite Indian place before there had been a flash of purple light and she had breathed in raspberry tasting fog.
Then it was all darkness.
Clickclickclickclickclick
The sound of fast typing slowly lured Kohl from sleep.
She slowly, in increments, became aware of her own body, aware of the world around her.
Smell came first, because that was the strangest thing.
The air smelled like heat, like electrified air and dust. It was hot metal, and burned plastic.
The next thing to permeate her slow mind was how warm the air was. It seeped into her skin, into her bones, relaxing her even as she longed for a breeze to relieve the pressure it exerted on her.
There were flashes of light, blinding white and pale purple that managed to get behind her eyelids, making her face scrunch up and duck her head away.
Kohl pressed her face into a surface that was slightly cooler than the air of the room and instinctively tried to stretch her back out.
The thing that she buried her face into rumbled beneath her cheek.
It was then that three things happened.
First, that Kohl realized that she had somehow managed to fall asleep sitting up.
Second, that something was restraining her arms and legs.
Her arms were anchored behind her head. Elbows caught on something broad and her legs were being kept wide by something pulling on her ankles.
And last, but most important.
She was sitting on someone’s lap.
“Ah, finally woken up, have you?”
Her face was buried in their throat.
Kohl’s head jerked back and her eyes flashed open. She was immediately blinded by the bright screen in front of her. She blinked rapidly as she began to struggle against her bonds, more information sinking into her sleep addled mind as adrenaline woke her all the way up.
“I had not quite gotten the correct dosage your weight and body type, so instead of the projected hour, you have been unconscious for two hours and 15 minutes.”
Kohl tried to put together what the fresh hell was happening to her.
First of all, she was in an unknown place, one that was only barely lit by a few far-off lights and machines. The brightest light source was coming from the screen directly in front of her.
“More than enough time to retrieve and prepare you, but there wasn’t any reason to get started until you woke up. I started to work on a few projects while you were unconscious.”
Then Kohl realized that she was naked, and that pulled an attempted shriek out of her. When her scream failed to rend the air with embarrassed horror, she realized that along with her hands and legs being restrained, there was something fitted over her face and between her teeth.
The muzzle was keeping her mouth shut and muffling what sounds she could make.
“Give me just a moment to finish up.”
More clicking.
Kohl’s eyes managed to focus on the screen in front of her, watching in panic as various tabs minimized and saved their contents.
Blueprints for weapons, chemical equations, and a quick glimpse of what looked like various camera angles of a familiar Indian restaurant flashed across the screen as it went dimmer and dimmer. Losing its bright white glow as various windows closed.
Soon all that was left was a dark purple background showing a spiraling string of numbers, artfully arranged to look like a turtle shell.
Kohl’s eyes dropped to the keyboard and the hands that still laid on it.
The hands were very large, three fingered, and green.
Hands that she had never actually seen before.
At least not from so close and never in person. Hands that she might have caught a look at from news reels and pictures on line.
Hands that she would have seen if they hadn’t been locked away in special bindings.
“And done. Now I can focus on you.”
And now those hands were setting themselves on her thighs as the body she was sitting on shifted below her. The movement of the mutant whose lap she currently occupied caused her to straighten her spine, forcing her body into an arch as her arms were dragged up and up.
Her arms had been draped over his shoulders and were now straightened out, her wrists now touching his collarbones.
Her wrists must have been hooked around the back of his neck by what she guessed to be a fairly long chain.
She felt him shift behind her, heard bones crack as he stretched his back.
Kohl lifted with the movement, her bare ass leaving his lap at the height of his stretching. Her entire body weight being held aloft by the bonds on her wrist and his own neck.
And he lifted her so easily.
. . . he must have been slumped over like a shrimp while he was working.
Kohl hyper-focused on everything that her body could feel when he settled back in his chair, her ass plopping back in his lap.
Her bonds were cushioned with a soft and silky material. The muzzle on her face was made of plastic, not metal and something rubbery was in between her teeth, keeping her from grinding her molars or biting her tongue.
The person under her was still wearing clothes, the feel of a cotton shirt against her back and what felt like sweatpants under her ass.
The mutant was fully dressed while she was draped naked on top of him.
. . . this was a fucking reversal of the ‘incident’!
Kohl grimaced behind her muzzle. She was sure that this was some kind of revenge for what had happened to him, but she wasn’t sure why he was doing it to her.
She didn’t tie him up! She didn’t muzzle him!
So why do it to her?!
The mutant’s hands where now spread over her thighs, with his thumbs making little circles on her sensitive inner thighs.
His hands were a few degrees cooler than the air in the room, but only just slightly cooler than her own skin.
It made every touch he gave to her sharper, made her hyper aware of where his skin lingered.
Her thighs shuddered, and she tried to close her legs, but the bonds on her ankles held firm.
Kohl managed a glimpse down, and though she couldn’t see much, she managed to catch a glimpse of a glowing purple chain. Her ankles were connected by a chain that he was keeping pressed to the ground with his foot, anchoring her with the single limb.
He was just stepping on a chain to keep her legs open for him, to keep her trapped with each of her legs on either side of his thighs. Her body spread wide and her hips tilted upward in order to allow this position. She was open to the world. Defenseless. Not even able to protect her cunt from the air in the room.
Kohl tried to speak again, to cuss him out. But the muzzle did its job, barely letting her make a sound.
She was solidly bound, no chance of her managing to slip of the chains for the moment. Not while she was in his lap like this.
Maybe when he was done with her, she could manage to wiggle her way away or pry some of them off-
Kohl gasped and flinched at a pinch to her thigh.
Her mind slammed back into her body, her eyes darting to her thigh, staring as the three fingered hand that pinched her rubbed the sting away.
“Oh no, there won’t be any of that. No getting lost in your thoughts, I want your buzzing little brain to stay right here with me. There won’t be any hiding in your head during any of this.”
He palmed her thighs, smoothing his hands over her skin as he spoke, tone dry and bored like he wasn’t currently getting his revenge.
“I want you fully present and aware for what I will be doing. It is why I waited for you to wake up.”
The hands dug into her thighs, kneading the flesh there as she was gripped firmly enough for her fat thighs to bulge through the gaps between his fingers.
“I want you to feel every moment of this.”
Kohl whimpered. The threat coming across despite how the mutant spoke so blandly. No emotion in his voice at all.
The sky was blue, he was a mutant turtle, and she was going to feel everything that he did to her.
Kohl braced herself for something terrible, for pain.
But he just kept petting at her thighs, seeming to just be enjoying the feel of her skin and squish of her fat.
Kohl had a moment of hope that perhaps he hadn’t really thought out what he was going to do to her, that he had gotten this far on anger and bravado.
And now that he had her in his hands, he wouldn’t actually know what to do with her.
Maybe!?
“I remember everything that happened in Obsidian’s lair.”
Kohl, who was already tensed, basically became a statue.
Aww shit.
“My memory of the event isn’t entirely clear of course. The cocktail of drugs that he managed to give me did manage to degrade my awareness and intelligence from my customary genius, but it didn’t impede my ability to recall the information that I gathered while under the influence.”
A slightly firmer squeeze to her thighs.
“So, I do remember that it was not your fault that I was in that situation, and that your own actions were only your attempts to get away from a partially feral threat that outmatched you in every aspect.”
Kohl had a moment of hope.
“That being said, I am a villain and as such do not need a good reason to get revenge for the actions that you took to protect yourself.”
Fuck.
The fingers on her thigh drummed as the other hand went up to curl in her hair, pulling her head to the side so that he could tilt his own down and make eye contact with her.
It was the first time she saw his face from close up without the muzzle.
He was wearing his customary bandana around the top of his head, the only article of clothing that stayed consistent on the mutant turtles. The only part of their outfits that were considered to be their ‘costume’ with all their other clothing just being street clothes or occasionally armor.
He had a very sharp cheek bones and a square jaw with thick purple marks on his chin that resembled a soul patch.
He had a slightly droopy eye shape that would have made him look puppy sweet if it weren’t for how sharp they were.
She had thought that they had been sharp and predatory when he had been chasing her though the lair.
But now, clear of drugs and firmly in control of the situation?!
They were so far from animal.
They were all scalpel sharp intelligence and dry ice cold.
Kohl shivered in his grip, her own eyes darting away from his, not able to keep up the contact.
He didn’t let go of her hair, and Kohl didn’t want to just close her eyes, to remove her sight when she was already so defenseless.
So, she saw the slight curl of his lips as he smirked down at her, even if it was from the edge of her vison.
“Your transgressions against me are as such.”
A gentle tug to her hair, before he released her and she turned her head away, no longer having her head pulled back at such a sharp angle to see him.
“Not letting me take my time.”
A squeeze to her leg, but farther up her thigh this time. Her skin tingled and jolted as he dug his callused fingertips into her flesh.
“I had been quite enjoying the feel of your ass on my cock. It had just the right amount of fat to be soft while still firm enough to give friction.”
His other hand palmed over her hip, making her ass jolt and flex against his hip in shock at the sudden touch.
“I had been so looking forward to painting your back in my cum.”
A squeeze on her hip as the hand on her thigh trailed farther up, tickling her with a light drag of his fingertips.
“You are also in trouble for having me fuck your thighs, and not giving me time to calm down from such a heavenly sensation.”
Another sharp pinch to her inner thigh made Kohl jump and struggle again. But she couldn’t even shift her thigh in his grip.
“The slide of your wet pussy against me, the tight grip of your clenched thighs . . . mmmmm.”
There was a deep inhale. Enough air filling his lungs to make the chest she was leaning against shift behind her, before it was all let out in a gusty longing sigh.
“If you had just let me continue at my chosen pace, then I would have regained my control and continued for so much longer. I have worked hard to acquire excellent stamina.”
The fingers that had pinched her rubbed the sting away, making large circles on her chubby thighs that just got closer and closer to the vee of her groin.
“But you rushed me into an orgasm, and didn’t even have the decency to let me cum on you. Quite rude.”
Another pinch, this time to her side making her body jerk as she startled away from the touch. The chains that bound her wrists clinked as they jerked against the column of the mutant’s neck.
Once more he was unmovable as stone, and didn’t even acknowledge her instinctive escape attempt.
“I’m not particularly mad about the fact that you jacked me off with your body afterward.”
A soothing rub to the placed he pinched, and a ticklish giggle almost rose in Kohl’s throat, but it couldn’t climb over the fear that still choked her.
“I had been craving a second orgasm anyway.”
His fingers gently grazed her ribs, her muscles jumping underneath the ticklish assault.
“The way you had looked climbing on top of me. The way it felt when you clutched my cock to your body . . .”
Kohl’s attention was shaken from the hand on her side to the hand on her thigh. It had ghosted up while she was distracted and was now so close to her cunt, she could almost feel his skin on her clit.
“The way you had lost yourself to the pleasure. The way that you had forgone my own pleasure to hump me like I was nothing but a convenient friction beneath you . . .”
The hand on her side began to slide up, but Kohl stayed focused on the real threat.
“No, I’m not mad that you did that at all. I even considered demanding a repeat performance.”
Kohl stared down at the hand that was almost, but not quite touching her between her thighs, at the thick fingers that still just gently soothed the hyper sensitive skin on her inner thigh, seeming uninterested in the anxiously clenching cunt right in front of it.
“But I am quite aggrieved that you didn’t cum on me.”
Kohl squeaked and flinched away from the voice in her ear, the mutant having purposely gotten his mouth so close to her.
When had he even leaned down?! That would have shifted his entire body! How could she have missed-
A hard slide down her thigh, the hand placing itself back on her knee and drumming its fingers on her. No long hovering right beside her cunt.
Right.
She had been focused on other things.
“I smelt how wet you were, how close you were to the edge, how desperate you were. And I couldn’t hold myself back, not when you hadn’t given me any time to regain calm and control.”
A squeeze and scratch to her knee, the muscles in her calve jittering and flexing like he had touched a nerve directly.
“At least this time I had managed to cum on you, coated your stomach and breasts with my scent.”
A contented breath, right in her ear!
“But.”
A scratch to her ribs, just enough to redden the skin.
“Not only did you not keep using me, but you didn’t even take advantage of your free hands.”
He lifted his hand almost entirely off her thigh, only leaving his fingers in contact with the skin.
And then slowly.
Lazily.
He began to drag his fingers up her leg. Letting his fingertips trail winding paths on her skin as they got closer and closer to her pussy.
“If I hadn’t been muzzled, then I would have buried my face between your thighs until you were incoherent. Until you had screamed and cried for mercy.”
Kohl shuddered, the mutant having managed to catch her off guard again and whisper in her ear. Not that the words he said wouldn’t have been enough to make her body flinch and shake.
Kohl was very sure that if he hadn’t been muzzled, that if he had gotten his mouth on her, that it wouldn’t have mattered how much she screamed.
She wouldn’t have been given even a drop of mercy.
Not from him.
“But no, you had just sat there, watching me with those wide eyes and gasping breaths, my cum dripping down your stomach and off your tits. Just stared at me until my cock receded and I had sunk into a doze.”
The hand on her thigh- the hand on her thigh!
It was- it wasn’t touching her.
The hand was spread wide, a finger and thumb touching each side of her inner thighs with the palm hovering just over her pussy, a single fingering posed right over her fluttering opening.
She could almost- almost!
The air was so hot.
He was- he was slightly cooler than her, so she couldn’t feel his heat.
But she could feel the slightest chill, the air just a single touch cooler this close to his skin.
And her pussy was so hot and wet, so desperate for relief. Her clit throbbing in a desperate attempt to get friction!
Kohl had a dizzy moment where she wondered if his palm had condensation on it, if her pussy was literally hot enough to create steam.
“It was quite rude of you to leave before the third round.”
If Kohl arched her back-
Maybe she could- could rub-
“I hadn’t even had the chance to fuck you.”
Almost like he was dodging her, his hand retreated right as Kohl flexed her hips, leaving her uselessly thrusting into the air.
Kohl, both embarrassed at attempting to get some contact on her pussy, but more emotionally wrenched at failing, let out a muffled whine of anguish.
“I woke up from my powernap, and you’d disappeared.”
Oh god no.
His hand had returned to her knee.
“My father taught me that it was a gentleman’s duty to ensure that his sexual partners are fully satisfied by the end of a tryst.”
He began to repeat his slow drag up her thigh, and Kohl tried to kick her legs out. To-, to stop him?
To make him actually touch her instead of tease her?
“And I sorely doubt that being left wet and desperate was satisfying for you.”
No, it was not!
Kohl struggled harder, already knowing exactly what the mutant’s game was, and through her chances of escape hadn’t changed, she had to at least try.
The mutant, either anticipating this happening or just prepared in general, adjusted his hold on her. His legs flexed below her, extra pressure on the chain anchoring her feet, and his spare hand dropping down to become as solid as rock on her hip. Easily able to keep in place.
Kohl strained uselessly.
“But if that’s what you prefer . . . “
No, no, no, please, no!
The hand trailed upward, once more so so close to her begging pussy.
“To be teased.”
The hand was almost touching her cunt again. Hoving close enough to have the ghost of sensation haunt Kohl’s nerves.
“Left wet.”
Touch me, touch me, touch me!
“And desperate.”
Kohl stared so hard at the hand between her thighs that she thought that she might burn a hole into the green skin. She could see the way that the tendons and muscles in his hand flexed to prepare it for movement, and she had a dying hope that maybe he would finally touch her weeping pussy.
“Then who am I to deny you?”
Kohl let out a muffled angry scream as, with a damned flourish, the mutant took his hands off of her entirely.
She couldn’t control herself, she thrashed and struggled, wiggling her body in a desperate attempt to get any stimulation on her aching cunt.
But she was still bound.
She could only uselessly jerk her hips in the air as her abdomen worked overtime, her internal muscles clenching desperately, like the frantic movement could somehow lure his fingers inside of her.
Kohl strained her body the best that she could, but ultimately had to give up. Not even able to force her legs closed to relieve the pressure being built between her legs.
She had no leverage, no strength, no hope.
Kohl forced herself to relax her muscles, already sore from her thrashing.
She had no choice but to settle on the bastard’s lap as she dug her teeth into the rubber in her mouth.
She was focusing so hard on the anger that being denied brought. Desperate for any distraction, so that she wouldn’t give into urge to break into the begging sobs that were trying to climb her throat.
She just wanted to be touched! To cum!
Kohl felt a hand slide into her hair, and fought off the urge to tense her muscles and a shiver, forcing herself to remain lax.
. . . the hand was petting her.
And even that felt good!
Like her hair was connected to the nerves in her head, like every single inch of her body was all connected to her clit!
. . . .
This wasn’t right.
Kohl had never felt like this before, never been this hot and wet before. Never ever came close to being this desperate.
And sure, the mutant was actively driving her wild, but it still shouldn’t- shouldn’t feel like this!
She was a survivor! She was a coward!
And she was sitting, naked, on the lap of one of the four biggest threats to her life in the entire universe!
Why was she still so hopeful that he would give her what she wanted when he had reason to punish her.
There should be fear! Or, at least more fear?
She should not be this damned horny!
Kohl dragged more air into her lungs, and a faint memory of raspberry haunted the back of her throat.
Oh.
She was drugged, wasn’t she?
The hand in her hair shifted, curling down to cup the back of her head. Her skull fit so easily in his palm, a reminder of how much bigger than her he was. That thought, combined with the sensation of his skin against the sensitive nape of her neck, made her shiver again.
“I must applaud you attempts to evade me. You were hard to track down. Gave me quite the chase.”
A slight scritch to her scalp. More shivers down her spine.
“You cheated of course, using magic, but how could you hope to have evaded me otherwise.”
His thumb stroked the thin skin behind her ear, making her flinch at the touch, her skin insisting it was a sexy tickle.
“It was quite intelligent of you to remove the visual memory of yourself. I will gracefully admit that it hamstringed my initial search for you.”
The hand slid down her neck, settling on her collarbone to trace the bone through her skin.
“I had to use the information that I had collected about you from my other senses to create a profile for you.”
A sudden nudge to the top of her head, nuzzling into her scalp.
“No taller than 5’8, downward curve to account for heels or thick shoe soles.”
A deep inhale and then release ruffling her hair.
Kohl tried to wiggle away from the tickle on instinct.
“Female, healthy, pre-menopausal, non-smoker.”
The hand on her collar bone slid down farther, curving over her shoulder blade only to cup a breast. His thumb was so close to her nipple, the already pebbled peak nearly turning to diamond in anticipation of a touch that still didn’t come.
“Generous breasts, C-cup to D-cup.”
The hand on her breast stayed, kneading the flesh while the other hand curved around her stomach. The surprise touch made her body flex and twitch, sending her into a fit of shivers. Her stomach even more sensitive than her breasts, somehow!
“Healthy body fat index.”
A harder squeeze that made her squeak in indignation through the gag, as her chub was groped.
“Plush. Very soft. Very squeezable.”
The hand on her stomach slid to her hips, curling around to grip her ass with the strength of a man who really enjoyed what he was touching. The hand on her chest leaving, skating down her body to dig into her thigh, making her leg jerk.
“Fat ass, thick thighs.”
Another squeeze and rub in tandem.
“I had some characteristics to work with, and then I just had to filter through the various individuals who matched those.”
His grip loosened and his fingers slid up toward her cunt again, and Kohl nearly froze.
All of the skin that he had touched burned, leaving a fiery trail wherever his hands had lingered, stoking the flames of her arousal once again.
“I had narrowed your identity down to about 57 women whom I had been personally checking, to determine if any of them matched the sense memory of you.”
The hands slid closer and closer to her apex, each of her thighs now in their grip, before switching and gently petting back towards her knees, getting closer and closer to her cunt each time he switched direction.
“Imagine my shock, when a mere four hours ago, I could suddenly remember all of the details about how you looked. And how you were none of those 57 women.”
Kohl’s thighs jumped as he dug his fingers in a bit, no longer letting them ticklishly drag over her skin, but bunch up the flesh as they moved toward her core.
“I had never coded so quickly in my life, and in moments I had your position even when the memory of your face disappeared once again.”
Kohl grit her teeth, and kept her body still even when his hands were so damn close to her. So close she could nearly, nearly, nearly feel him on her throbbing cunt.
Kohl would not respond. Would not give him what he wanted.
He was only going to fucking tease her again!
“Of course, there is still a possibility that you aren’t Obsidian’s assistant. You could just be a civilian with an unlucky familiarity to a supervillain’s henchwoman.”
A touch.
He was touching her.
A single finger dragging up between her mons, splitting the soaking wet flesh and shocking her with the cooler contrast to her steaming heat.
Her entire body tensed and shuddered, hips restrained by the other hand that now clenched her hip hard enough to bruise to keep her in place.
Kohl’s brain buzzed so hard that she almost couldn’t hear what he said next.
“Are you just a civilian? Just a regular law-abiding individual who was in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
The next words were hissed out like a threat as he dragged his finger down her cunt, having stopping just before reaching her clit, denying touch to her most sensitive and desperate part.
“Are you a good girl? A good girl who doesn’t deserve to be touched like this? To be touched by a bad man like me?”
Kohl gave in.
She sobbed through her gag.
“Why don’t you prove it? Good girls wouldn’t cum in such a situation, after all.”
Kohl sobbed harder.
The mutant behind her hummed in response before slowly dragging his single finger back up, stopping right before her clit once again.
“You’re soaking wet.”
Whine!
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were nearly about to cum.”
Drag down.
“Oh, but that just couldn’t be true, could it? If you’re a good girl, you wouldn’t let yourself have an orgasm like this, would you?”
Drag up.
“Not while you’re being touched by a villain such as I?”
His head tucked down, nuzzling the side of her head where he laid a gentle kiss to her temple.
The was action at odds with his words. At odds with the hand between her legs, stroking her oh so gently. Her body being played like an instrument, strumming her like he was idly checking her tune.
“Not while you’re being forced like this, not while you’re being restrained with your hands around my neck and your thighs spread on my lap. Not while you were being held captive by such an evil villain.”
A purr in her ear, her head flinching away but having no space to go anywhere, boxed in by his arms. Completely unable to escape the teeth nipping at her earlobe before he spoke again.
“No, you couldn’t possibly cum. That would mean you’re a bad girl. That you’re a desperate, begging slut.”
A tongue, licking up the edge of her ear before he pressed his lips to the shell to whisper again.
“But no, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You wouldn’t cum from getting touched by a villain.”
Kohl was sure that he would make her cum then, that he would hook his huge finger in her and slam into her g-spot. That his thumb would line up to her clit and rub her until she came so hard, she was screaming.
Her body clenched in anticipation, in arousal, in preparation of the hard forceful touch that she wanted.
But it didn’t come.
In fact, he slipped his finger from her entirely. Laying his hand on her inner thigh once again, gently petting the skin there, spreading her slick on her own skin as her body clenched and throbbed right on the edge of a world-shattering orgasm.
Kohl whimpered in agony as her body began to sink down from the peak that he had lured her to. Coming down from the high with even more desperation than she had moments ago. Being forced back into the hell of sensation and denial when she was right at the edge of heaven.
“Yessss, such a good girl. Good girls don’t come at the hands of bad men like me, now do they? No, they just sob and whimper and beg behind their gags as they wait for rescue.”
Kohl couldn’t hold back a sob, chest heaving with her desperation.
“That’s right, only good girls make noises like that in the hands of a villain.”
Kohl dug her teeth harder into her gag, so close to crying that she could feel her eyes fill with tears. Her fingers flexed in their bonds, fighting against the weird material keeping them in position.
She tried to kick her legs, more for a way to deal with her overstimulation than as an actual escape attempt, but she couldn’t even do that! The chain was still pinned to the floor by one of his feet, keeping them just straining downward, her strength no match for his own.
He let her struggle, let her work out her frustration on his lap. He did nothing to stop her, even removing his hands from her to allow her to wiggle to her frustrated heart’s content.
But when she gave up and collapsed back down on him, his hand returned to her thigh.
Her cunt tensed up, anticipating another attack from those fingers. Another tease and denial.
But no, his broad fingers barely skimmed near her throbbing pussy before trailing up over her pelvis and skating over her stomach and ribs.
One hand gently pet her just under her breasts, making her skin flinch and jump as he tickled her with his light touches.
His other hand spread over her lower stomach, his palm centered right below her belly button while his fingers dug into her pubic hair.
Kohl tensed up at the touch, something erotic about it despite him not touching her in a more explicit area. But after a few moments of nothing happening but the slow tickling touches on her ribs, her body relaxed.
Not because she thought that she was safe, but because she simply couldn’t stay tense the whole time, her energy would run out way too quickly.
The mutant pressed on her lower stomach for a moment, barely a difference in pressure from his hand just sitting there, but Kohl was so hyper aware of him that it might as well have been a slap.
Kohl flinched even before he began speaking in her ear again, his voice back to that detached scientist cadence that he had started this whole ordeal in.
“It reached about here, didn’t it?”
A slightly firmer pressure, moving like a wave from the top of her pelvis, to her pubis. His touch luring her body into clenching as he pressed on her.
“My cock.”
Kohl shuddered at that word coming out of his mouth, at it being whispered directly into her ear with a nip of teeth.
She whimpered again.
“I remember you know. I remember exactly how your skin felt against my cock. Exactly how tight your thighs squeezed me while you tried to make me cum for you.”
Another rolling press to her pelvis, the heel of his palm digging into her body.
“But I didn’t get to see how deep my cock would reach on you. To see just how deep you would be forced to take me if I managed to slip inside of you.”
Another rolling press.
“Did it reach this far? All the way up to here? You’re so small that it must have.”
A ticklish stroke across her rips, catching the underside of her breast, and she shivered, stomach jumping and withering underneath his hands before her body was settled by more of that firm pressure.
“Do you know what I’m pressing on?”
He ground his palm into her, her body clenching at the targeted pressure before loosening up again, her muscles not able to keep tight there for long.
“What part of you is right under here?
The chest behind her rumbled as he churred in her ear, delivering the answer to his own questions with relished hiss.
“It’s your uterus.”
Kohl’s body jumped at the word, clenching as he pressed down on her again. Massaging her uterus through her muffin top as he guided her body to clench beneath his hands.
“My cock would have reached all the way up to here. All the way to your womb.”
More words hissed into her ear, more pressure on her body.
“Imagine taking my cock so deeply. Imagine what it would feel like. To feel my cock knocking at the entrance to your womb”
Fuck.
That rolling pressure led her body into clenching again.
He was- he was just pressing on her, stimulating her so deeply from the outside using nothing but the firm pressure of his palm and his filthy words in her ear.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Kohl tried to control herself, to tense herself and throw off the rhythm that he had lured her into. To throw off the tempo that he had her dancing to. To head off the edged orgasm that she knew he was luring her to.
But the moment her abbs tensed under his hand, the other hand reached up and pinched one of her nipples, tugging it sharply before releasing, and her body spasmed and clenched at the surprise pleasure that had slipped past her defenses.
Kohl squealed behind her gag, body tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing in a desperate rhythm.
But.
But!
There was no stimulation! There was no touch to her clit, nothing for her insides to clench on, no more pressure to her womb from the outside.
Just the constant pressure of his palm on her stomach, holding her steady as she shook apart on his lap.
It was like she had just cum, but there was no release, no pleasure, just her body pantomiming an orgasm.
Internal muscles going through the steps without actually getting any of the pleasure.
Had that- had that been a ruined orgasm?!
This- this fucking BASTARD!
Kohl tried to struggle again, to flail and slam her heels into his legs, but she was so firmly pinned to him, and her body was still recovering from her ruined orgasm that she only managed a few seconds of struggle before she had to go limp and catch her breath.
When the mutant felt her surrender on top of him once again, he slowly removed his hand from her pelvis with a stroke of his fingertips.
“Oh my. I suppose that you aren’t such a good girl after all. Not if you had an orgasm with me barely touching you at all.”
Kohl did her best to snarl through her gag.
Fucking yeah right.
Barely touching her!?
This guy was some kind of sex professional!! Was his other job working as a prostitute specializing in sexual torture!?
“If you aren’t a good girl. Then you must be a bad girl.”
Something in Kohl’s hindbrain froze at the purr in his voice as he said that. Picking up on the threat behind the words.
“Do you want to find out how bad men treat bad girls?”
Kohl, in a moment of desperation, shook her head no.
If this was how he treated ‘good girls’ she wouldn’t survive anything meaner. Her nerves were already raw and her hands numb from his teasing and cruelty.
She couldn’t take anything worse!
“No?”
Ice shot up her spin.
She could hear the smile in his voice.
“Too bad.”
Kohl squealed through her gag as the mutant stood up.
Kohl was suddenly hanging from his neck, her feet now given slack enough to kick.
And kick she did.
Uselessly.
Because even hanging from his neck by her wrists, she was unable to touch the floor. Her shoulders strained as she dangled from her bonds, eyes wide and wild as once more, she was vividly reminded how big he was.
That the mutant currently holding her life in his hands.
Was huge.
With a cock to match.
Ohhhhh fuck.
Faster than she could think in her aroused state, Kohl’s chain was lifted over his head, her body rising in the air with the action before she was spun around.
A large hand scooped her behind her knees, and she was settled into the chair that the mutant had just vacated.
The chain around her wrists was slipped around the headrest keeping her arms above her head. Her knees were spread wide as the mutant slipped under the chain on her ankles.
Then he hooked the chain around the armrests, giving her an illusion of movement only for it catch on the back of his neck, letting him keep control of her movement easily.
The mutant ended up sitting on the floor with his shoulders level with the edge of the chair. He smirked up at her from his new angle.
“Hello.”
Kohl stared down at him, eyes wild. She felt more naked than she had this entire ordeal. Shame and embarrassment refreshed now that she was forced to be face to face with the mutant who had put her in this position.
Dear god, this was shy girl hell. This was body positivity kryptonite!
Her ass was squished below her, molding to the chair below her. Her legs were spread wide, giving him an eyeful of her spread and drooling cunt. Her stomach pooch was rounded up by her tilted hips, and her breasts hung heavy on her chest.
Kohl, after getting over the shock of being placed in this position, and then him getting on the floor before her, tried to close her legs.
She tried to close her legs, only for her movement to catch as he resisted the pull on his neck.
But then, he let himself be pulled closer. He wore a shit eating grin as he slowly leaned closer, letting her realize exactly where he was being pulled toward.
The chain surely dug into his neck, but he didn’t seem to take the pressure as anything but encouragement, leaning closer to her cunt and breathing over her.
Kohl felt her various muscles both deeply internal and external flex and spasm as they responded to just the feeling of his breath on her.
And Kohl stopped trying to close her legs.
Instead, she pulled on the chain keeping her arms up, futilely trying to bring her hands down to protect her overstimulated and sensitive cunt.
He’d already teased her so much already, she knew that whatever he was planning now was something that she surely wouldn’t be able to survive.
The mutant shifted before her, rising up a touch to lean his head on one of her thighs, making eye contact with her as he rubbed the smooth material of his mask into one of the thighs that he had so through sensitized.
“Here’s how this will go. I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and keep it there until you’re ready for my cock.”
Kohl’s abbs and thighs flexed and jumped again. Her legs once more trying to slam closed at the- the threat in the mutant’s voice.
But her attempts at protecting herself just pulled him closer to her, and he went willingly. He let his cheek land on her stomach with the newest tug, causing Kohl to freeze.
His shoulders had made their way to her thighs, causing them to spread even wider to accommodate the breadth of his chest.
The only reason that her cunt wasn’t smearing across the shirt stretched over his pecs was because he was carefully holding himself away.
Kohl couldn’t help her body’s sudden jerk, an instinctive and desperate attempt to grind her clit on him.
But her ass didn’t leave the chair, a firm hand keeping her hips in place.
The mutant just continued to smirk up at her, a glint of teeth matching the sharpness in his eyes as he kept her in still so easily as he continued to torment her.
He pressed a kiss to her stomach, making her shiver.
“I’ll even let you decide how long I eat you out, let you decide when you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
Another kiss but with a graze of teeth this time.
“Oh, but you can’t talk right now, can you? You’ll have to give me a non-verbal signal.”
A swipe of his tongue, his lips moving lower and lower on her stomach as Kohl’s thighs tensed and tensed, abbs flinching and clenching with each word, his lips and breath tickling over her skin.
“When you think you’re ready to take my cock to the hilt, close your thighs around my head. I’ll take that as the sign.”
Kohl’s eyes widened before they scrunched up to angry slits, glaring down at the bastard between her legs.
This- this villain!
There was- there was no way Kohl was going to be able to keep her legs open! She was so- so sensitive! She wanted to press him to her cunt, she wanted to slam her legs shut so that he couldn’t touch her! She wanted to be left alone, she wanted for him to put his mouth on her already!
He was cruel, demanding she keep herself open for him.
If she- she tried to keep him out or even gave into the pleasure then she would-
Would-
-take my cock to the hilt-
Kohl’s internal muscles clenched again, more wetness dribbling out of her.
And the mutant who was still nuzzling her chubby stomach breathed in deeply, a content hum rumbling out of him as he gave her another smug look.
Clearly very aware of the position that he had put her in.
And how she was still aroused despite herself.
He leaned back, forcing her ankles to return to their original position, and Kohl wasted no time hooking her heels no the armrests.
If she had something- anything- to ground herself on, then she might be able to put off-
Put off-
-to the hilt-
Kohl could do nothing but stare down at the mutant as he looked down at his next target.
At his meal.
He actually licked his lips as he lowered his head to her, positioning his hands on her body to both keep her hips pressed down to the chair and also to spread her pussy with his thumbs.
Kohl jumped at the touch, knees twitching inward for a moment before she managed to straighten them back out.
Kohl’s shoulders tensed as the mutant blew over her pussy, seeming to enjoy watching as it shuddered under even that light stimulation.
She was gulping in air through her nose, preparing herself for another tortuously long teasing session. Another slow climb and fall as he worked her over.
And then he leaned forward and licked a long strip up her cunt, from bottom to top, ending with a swirl on her clit.
Kohl threw her head back with a muffled scream, legs not snapping shut only because of how she had braced them so firmly on the arms of the chair.
It was- it was too intense!
She had been teased so much, made so sensitive, that such a firm touch wasn’t even pleasurable.
It was a dropping sensation in her stomach. An animal’s feral desperation to chew it’s leg off to escape a trap.
He sucked on her clit and she tried to pull herself away from the overstimulation, shoulders straining in her attempt to lift herself away from the cruelty of his mouth.
But his grip on her was firm. His fingers dug into the fat of her hips as he kept her in place, kept her right where he wanted her.
He released her clit, tongue giving it a swipe before he licked inside of her. His thumbs spread her cunt even wider to make room for the girth of the appendage, to make room for his snout to replace his tongue on her clit.
Oh fuck, oh fuck!
Kohl’s body clenched down on his tongue. Internal muscles squeezing hard as they finally, finally!, had something to hold onto. Something to massage, to milk, to desperately clench around as his tongue curled up into her G-spot.
He ground his snout into her clit as he pressed his tongue as deep as he could inside of her. His tongue curling up so hard, every single damned part of this bastard strong, as he built her up, continued the rhythm, forcing her higher and higher so damn quickly-
Kohl’s legs shook, chain jingling as her heels drummed on the armrests while she came. Her toes flexed and curled as he continued to rub his snout on her clit and curl his tongue into her g-spot.
Kohl’s arms were straining again, trying to ground herself as the world spun out from under her, her head hanging down and eyes only seeing white in the dark room.
The orgasm just kept going and going, her stomach starting to cramp as her internal muscles kept convulsing like his tongue was a tazer!
But eventually he pulled back, cheeks wet and a very very smug look in his blazing eyes as he pushed her legs away from his head-
motherfuckingshit!
Kohl blinked the tears that the orgasm had forced to her eyes, chest heaving to get more air into her lungs as she tried to regain basic brain function.
Or hyperventilate and pass out, whichever.
“Ready so soon? I could spend so much longer down between your thighs.”
He grinned, showing her all of the teeth that he hadn’t put to use while eating her out, and Kohl’s heart flicked in fear.
It was like reaching blindly into the dark, and then having the lights flick on to show you how narrowly you missed grabbing a knife. At how close something sharp came to something sensitive.
It didn’t help her calm down at all.
“But I suppose that we’ve both waited long enough.”
The mutant untangled himself from the chains, standing to his full height between her legs.
For a moment Kohl only blinked up at him, still wrung out and throbbing from her orgasm, brain only functioning enough to know that something terrible was coming for her.
So, it took her a moment to realize that the chair was rising.
It stopped right at his hip level, and he adjusted her in the chair, easily rearranging her to drag her a bit farther down the seat, only her shoulders and the small of her back still touching the sodden fabric of the chair. The chains lengthening at his will, a burst of purple blinding her for a moment.
Kohl scrunched her eyes, nose wrinkling, as she blinked her vision back.
She was able to see just in time to witness the mutant’s cock emerge from a discreet slit.
The mutant had rucked his shirt up some, and pulled his pants down to droop on his hips, and from the revealed skin came a hot throbbing cock.
The head emerged slowly, but with a sigh from the mutant and a slight jolt of his hips, the rest of it slid out and slapped heavily down on Kohl’s stomach.
It was hot.
It was wet.
It felt like an iron bar and almost had the weight of one.
And it slapped right down on the place that the mutant had massaged, the place that had been sensitized, the place that was still throbbing from her recent orgasm.
It slapped right on top of her womb, proving that it would reach deep enough to violate her there if he thrust all the way inside.
-to the hilt-
Kohl had another orgasm, untouched, and entirely by accident.
A guttural moan left her as she tried to bring her knees up, to protect her throbbing, weeping pussy.
But she couldn’t get the space! Her knees slammed into his sides, her thighs not closing all the way but still making a tight vee for his cock to nestle between. Her effort of protection only rubbing her pubic mound against the cock laying on her.
Her movements earned a snarl from the mutant above her, him nearly doubling over her as his hands slammed to the back rest of the chair. The cock on her stomach flexed and she was treated to a spurt of precum on her stomach.
It felt so hot on her skin, and her internal muscles only clenched harder at the possibility of feeling that liquid heat gush so deep inside of her.
God, he had cum so much last time, she would overflow onto the floor.
Kohl whined.
“Haaaaah~ Oh, the bad girl came on her own, did she? I would punish you for that, if I wasn’t so flattered. Coming just from my cock touching you is quite the feat.”
He leaned down even farther, forcing her blurry eyes to look into his own as he eclipsed her entire field of vision with green and purple.
“I wonder if you’ll cum again just from feeling me bottom out inside of you.”
Kohl full body clenched and her feet shook, arching so hard she thought she would pull a muscle.
Grinding her still convulsing pussy into the underside of his cock.
The mutant rose up, leaving Kohl bereft for a moment before his hands gripped her hips again, angling them upward. He pulled back, cock dragging down her body before the head dropped to rub at her pussy.
He wasted no time in spreading her pussy wide with his thumbs once again, baring his teeth down at Kohl in a predator’s smile as his cockhead nudged at her spread cunt-
-once-
-twice-
-before the head caught and pressed inside.
She was so wet there wasn’t even a ghost of resistance, all smooth sliding as it went deeper and deeper.
But her muscles were so tense from being kept on edge for so long. Tensed from the anticipation and the denial. Even the orgasms that she had been afforded hadn’t let the tension truly unwind.
So, despite how smoothly the hot cock slid into her, the stretch was ungodly. Her inner muscles strangled his cock like a jealous lover. Gripping him so tightly that she thought it might actually stop him from going deeper.
She was so much smaller than him. His cock had to spread her so wide as it made its way inside of her.
He bottomed out with an inch of his cock still left outside the warm clutch of her pussy. The broad head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb.
Kohl choked and shook, overstimulated, over sensitized, overwrought and overdrawn.
And so close to another orgasm that she could taste it.
So close, and yet she didn’t want it!
It would be so much, too much.
She hadn’t been given any time to recover!
The mutant leaned over her, the cock inside of her sinking just a bit deeper, another fraction of that remaining inch sliding in with the changed angle of his body.
Kohl keened.
He stopped there, breathing deeply though his teeth, seeming to be forcing himself to keep control of his body. To keep still as the warm clutch of Kohl’s body throbbed around him.
She thought he would pull back.
Pull out, make her loose her mind with a slow drag that would force her to try and beg through her gag for his return deep inside of her.
But he surprised her.
With a snarl so raw she almost thought it was a threat, his hips jolted forward. He forced himself deeper within her, her body having no choice but to make room for him.
With a scream from her and a roar from him, his hips slammed into her own, hilting his cock in her pussy
The crushing pressure of the blunt head of his cock into the very back of her pussy? The feeling of his cock bullying and compressing her womb from the inside?
There was a flash of pain, something straining inside of her. But then her entire cunt clenched down and Kohl came so violently that it hurt.
Kohl’s body thrashed as best that it could in her binds and her throat ached from the scream she let out. Her legs flew up in the air, chains jangling like an instrument as her legs shook, all of her muscles going numb with the endorphins and adrenaline that flooded her body.
Her hips shook and humped, liquid gushing from her as she ground his cock inside of her, trying to escape the stimulation only to rub her clit into his fleshy slit and add new pleasure to the flood.
The orgasm picked her up and smashed her into the ground, dragging sensations out of her that would have been painful under any other instance.
And during it all, the mutant held onto her, rumbling so loudly that it vibrated her ear drums, and even that added to the pleasure ripping though her.
But it had to stop eventually, and Kohl’s muscles finally stopped spasming and she collapsed back onto the chair, air forcing itself into her starved lungs.
The mutant above her, when her eyes could finally focus again, had a wild look in his eyes. He was breathing heavily through his open mouth, seeming to try and taste her on the air.
He was obviously only holding onto his control by his teeth.
A bit literally, as some blood was beading at his lips where he had bitten at himself as he watched her come apart around his cock.
But now, seeing that she wasn’t about to thrash herself off of the cock that was still, somehow, hilted inside of her, his hands left her hips to slide down her thighs.
Her lifted her legs up by the knee, making her shudder as he forced her body to move and shift around him.
He got her legs where he wanted them, knees up toward her shoulders, chain on her ankles having disappeared at some point during her orgasm.
“That was magnificent,” he said breathily, still a bit wild eyed as he stared down at her. “But now it’s my turn.”
Kohl managed to whimper.
His body pulled back, his hips shining in the bare light from the liquid that had gushed from her.
Her pussy reluctantly let the cock inside of her retreat, the drag of the head making aftershocks rattle her cunt as her womb was bereft of the cock that had bullied it so cruelly.
“I want to feel you cum like that again, I want to see if I can make you cum like that on demand. A worthy endeavor, to feel that around my cock whenever I want.”
Kohl stared up at him with teary eyes.
She couldn’t take anymore! If he fucked her now, she would lose her mind, go crazy.
She couldn’t imagine having anymore pleasure tonight, and the idea of an orgasm after that one actually made her heart clench in terror.
Another orgasm like that one would break her, and by the feral glint in the mutant’s eyes, he would not let her go till he succeeded in an encore performance. No matter how many pieces she ended up in.
Kohl tried to beg through her gag, shaking her head over and over again.
The mutant smiled cruelly at her.
“Not to worry, I’m sure that any loss of mental ability can be recovered over time. And if not, then I will simply keep you.”
The mutant licked his lips, blood smearing over his mouth as his eyes gleamed and his weight shifted, preparing to fuck her.
“I take very good care of my experiments I assure you.”
Kohl stared in horror, even as her cunt clenched in anticipation around the tip of his cock, longing for it to hilt inside of her again.
There was a shift of weight, a tightening of his hands, a flash of sharp teeth and Kohl braced herself to lose her mind.
pop
Kohl screamed, mouth and hands suddenly free as she dropped a few feet through the air.
There was a disgusting sucking noise as she landed ass first in a soft gelatinous substance, and when some of it got in her mouth, she tasted grapes and sugar.
Kohl struggled to the surface, lower body half dead from exhaustion and so useless.
Kohl found the edge of- of- whatever she was in and clung to it for a moment before something gripped her wrists and dragged her out.
Kohl dangled for a moment, preparing to fight, before the voice that had been shouting since she popped in finally filtered though her adrenaline numbed ears.
“-worked! I was so worried when you didn’t come back and couldn’t locate any of your trackers! I managed to whip together a teleporter that was keyed into your extra-dimensional signature, but it would only work with forty gallons of grape jelly to stabilize the connection!”
Kohl blinked the jelly from her eyes and focused on her slightly frantic super-villain boss.
The dumbass individual that got her into every mess in her life.
But who had also just saved her from pure evil.
She burst into tears.
There was some frantic shouting, a quick shower, and a surprisingly comforting hug.
Kohl fell asleep that night in her boss’s guest room, bundled up in some too large Gucci sweats and blankets.
She was sure of a few things.
Number one, it was all Mr. Black’s fault.
Number two, the mutant turtle would absolutely be coming after her, probably with even more vitriol now that she had some how escaped his grasp from literally right off his cock.
Number three, no where was safe. He knew what she looked like, there was a computer algorithm that could find her now. She would have to go full mask and hope that might save her.
And number four . . .
Four . . .
. . . she might just let him catch her to feel pleasure like that again.
She-
She had an escape now.
Something so stupid and off the wall that surely there was no way he could account for it.
After all, grape jelly-based teleportation?
That’s some cartoon bullshit.
She just-
Had to set a timer.
Let him have her for, what? Three- four hours?
And then have it bring her back.
He couldn’t break her brain that fast.
Could he?
No, no .
Kohl needed to sleep the drugs off, needed to sober up from the endorphins.
She was- she was still cock drunk.
Tomorrow all of the aches and pains would come at her like a freight train, and she would swear to never touch a dick again for as long as she lived.
She just- just needed to sleep.
Kohl rolled over in bed, ignoring how her hands had made their way between her thighs.
Everything would be better in the morning, or at least it would be worse, and put her stupid desires in a saner perspective.
It wasn’t safe to play with the mutant, he was as dangerous as a bomb, and a million times crueler.
-to the hilt-
Kohl tucked a pillow under head and screamed in frustration.
Blocks away and a few hundred feet underground, a mutant turtle had just finished up his temper tantrum.
The chair that had formerly held the woman that he had finally gotten caught, was now a mangled heap of burned upholstery and melted slag.
When she had disappeared off of his cock, he had first checked that she hadn’t just short-distance teleported in his lab. It was warded with magic and technologic barriers to keep his brother out, and so far, it had succeeded on all other teleportation attempts.
Until now.
But when his enraged searched had turned up empty, he had not been able to contain his more violent urges.
So now he had to stand as he worked, waiting for his cock to recede into his body, checking every camera in New York City to find where she had gone.
If he didn’t get a hit soon, he would expand to the world.
He would find her again.
Donatello ignored the little purple collar that was lined in the softest fabric he could manufacture that sat on the edge of his desk. A little dangling charm that had his logo engraved on it dangled from the DNA encoded lock that would fasten it shut.
He hadn’t had the chance to put it on her, too distracted by the feel her body and her reactions once she had awoken.
He had always meant to keep her, but now it was a matter of pride.
No one escaped his grasp.
Especially not a third time.
Notes:
. . . listen.
it was the funniest possible way for her to get out of this situation,
and i couldn't resist.
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