Chapter 30
Sprawled on the floor in a tangle of limp arms and legs, Sue Richards is a slovenly mess. She’s been drugged to the gills with Brain Buster, a new designer “roofie” that Dante was perfecting. Clearly, the heroine’s intelligence is badly stunted, her once impressive willpower now barely her own. Her long silky blonde hair is plastered to her forehead and neck after the vigorous sexual workout in which she just actively participated with Guilford Jones. Nodding there on the floor, the heroine’s eyes were dull, flat and half-lidded in distracted confusion. The recent intense sexual release combined with the drug drained the beautiful woman’s energy down to nothing but twitching fingertips and spastic ankle jerks.
The roofie had been administered to Sue by Dante at the special request of a guest that had shoehorned his way into this very exclusive meeting. Dominick DeLeon, an up-and-coming 33-year-old made Mafia capo was a very close friend of Dante’s. He had been informed of the scientist’s experiments with Invisible Woman and this evening’s presentation of his results. DeLeon had pressed his friend to be present not only by presuming on their friendship but with a five-figure bribe if he could have his way with the heroine. In the end, it was the mobster’s ability to fence two additional stolen paintings from the art heist that had Dante agreeing to DeLeon’s proposal. He had sold the idea to a reluctant Madame Minh as a way to defray the heavy cost of the art heist operation. Dante assured Minh that the capo’s silence and discretion would be guaranteed. So, Dominick had been told to arrive at midnight, which Dante figured would be just after the point where Guilford Jones had butt-fucked Invisible Woman.
Standing over her, Dominick is ready to take his turn at Invisible Woman’s easily accessible rear end. With her leggings still rolled down to the bottom of her butt cheeks, the twin globes of her beautifully rounded ass gleamed in the light of the Dante’s beautifully decorated living room.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” Dominick declared lasciviously, his gaze fixed hard at the feminine prize at his feet. Dominick had arrived, been greeted by Rick and taken to the living room of Dante’s condo just as Guilford Jones, the elder advisor to Madame Minh had finished sodomizing the surprisingly cooperative Sue Richards.
Even though she’d just been completely dominated by Jones, the confident Italian mobster felt Invisible Woman would welcome a younger man with even more energy, control and a far better muscular build. His body would clearly provide her far greater pleasure. Although the bitch did look pretty damn satisfied.
It just sets the bar for me to be better. I look forward to the challenge.
The fact that DeLeon had been extremely apprehensive about the heroine’s ability to badly damage him and had demanded she be roofied so she would be more cooperative clearly demonstrated to Dante that his friend didn’t believe his training regimen worked. Dante thought he probably should have invited Dominick to arrive an hour or so earlier. He would have seen the results of his training. As it was, he just saw the tail end of Jones’ and Richards’ enthusiastic coupling and couldn’t have fully appreciated the extent of Invisible Woman’s complete subjugation of her will.
Well, it doesn’t matter. I know it works as do all the others here. Dominick’s fencing connections are what’s really important. The extra money will be welcome. And Richards’ asshole can take the abuse. Lord knows it’s seen its share of dildoes, butt plugs and taser pads over the course of the day.
“She’s all yours, Dominick,” Dante gestured at the fallen blonde angel sprawled inelegantly on the floor before them all.
Kneeling down behind the slumped beauty so his pelvis faced the crack between Sue’s exposed sumptuous buttocks, the grinning capo pulled down his fly and pulled out his cock without delay. His hands smoothed around the curves of Sue’s rear end, holding the heat of her glutes in his palms. His member, already hard, bobbed like a python ready to strike. He grabbed hold of his dick, inched forward and then leaned over to whisper in Sue’s ear.
“Is the famous Invisible Woman ready for the butt-fucking of her life?”
“..a..again…?..” the heroine mumbles in confused dismay.
This draws a smirk from everyone assembled but Dominick who is frowning at the remark.
“That was just the opening act. Now comes the headliner,” brags the mobster.
“…f’you…say…so…” slurs the blonde, clueless as to who she’s dangerously provoking. More smirks are hidden behind faces suddenly interested in hiding their mouths by taking generous pulls of their drinks.
“Oh, I say so, hero!” Fuming, Dominick skipped any semblance at foreplay, grabbed Sue by the waist and roughly planted the head of his dick three inches into her butthole. She grunts loudly at this intrusion, but is confused and too drugged to do anything but slouch in the Italian’s grasp and take the violation as she had all the others throughout the day, with depressed acceptance and total lack of resistance or hope.
Dominick thrust his way deeper. Almost to the hilt. Then he established a steady quick rhythm, pulling in and out of the tight orifice with an energy and determination that was completely wasted on the drugged Invisible Woman. She can feel the heat of him entering and exiting her rectum but there’s barely any pleasure, just a lot of warm friction. After six minutes of steady pumping, however, Sue finally felt a wave of sexual excitement building within her. She moaned slightly and this is taken as great encouragement by the red-faced mobster giving it his all from behind the limp figure in his arms. He rabbits his pelvis behind her, enjoying the friction far more from his side of the equation. He has achieved a rock hardness and has just about lost all control. His hands moved up to the generous breasts wrapped in the uniform’s rough Kevlar and squeezed hard even has his face grimaced with his ultimate release. His dick spewed his seed deeply into Invisible Woman’s rear end before he collapsed on her prostrate figure and sighed with deep content.
“…ya…done…?....already…?...” Sue slurs.
The room went coldly silent, ice filling the air as Dominick DeLeon’s body froze in place. Immediately the ice boiled away when his anger erupted through him like a volcano blowing an ash cloud miles into the air.
“Fucking cunt!!!!” His fists balled up and he began punching at the dazed and defenseless blonde beneath him with brutal blows to her kidneys and her back before he battered away at her buttocks, his knuckles plowing deep into her flesh.
Finally reacting, Rick bolted upright and grabbed Dominick by the collar and dragged him off a cringing, perplexed Sue.
“Enough!” The young man bellowed at the Mob capo. “She’s not your property! She’s ours. Get hold of yourself and your ego, DeLeon!”
“Yes, Dominick. Go over to the bar,” Dante urges with quiet resolve, pointing at the array of bottles nearby. “Get a drink. Relax. You got what you paid for. Chill!”
“She barely participated,” groused the mobster. “You tricked me, Dante.”
“No, you demanded the roofie. What did you expect? The woman was totally out of it. You might as well have been fucking a rubber sex doll. It was your choice. I suggest you have your drink and say goodnight. I’ll contact you about the artwork you’ll fence when the paintings are in hand.”
“You still expect me to fence these works for you, Dante?”
“I do and you will if you care about your reputation at all. I have many contacts as you know, Dominick, so calm down. You’ll make a fair fee from what you sell. Chalk it up to experience.”
“I’ll skip that drink,” Dominick growled, then looked down at the slouching heroine nodding dully on the rug and shook his head. “What a loser,” he declared and then spit on the blonde before heading toward the door. “I’ll await your call,” he yelled back before slamming the door behind him.
“I have to say it, Dante,” Madame Minh declared. “Your friend is a world-class asshole.”
“You’d think he’d know better how to handle one,” Guilford Jones stated quietly. The room erupted in laughter.
Sue just laid there on the rug, unaware that her butt hole was dripping a puddle of the mob capo’s semen.