I felt the cold metal of the barrel pressing against the underside of my chin and lifting my head up. Much of my hair fell away, but strands stuck to my face in sweaty and sticky strings of darkened blonde.
“So the great Ultra Woman is too weak to hold her head up?” he said in creamy tones of false concern. “Let me help you.”
He wrapped his fingers in the sweaty, messy hair at the back of my neck and pulled it down. My head was slowly pulled up although I could barely see. The dark room swam. My eyes were half closed and stinging with sweat and cum.
The room seemed to be on fire. I felt the beads of sweat rolling over every part of my body. It oozed from my hair and went down my face. It rolled down my back until it met the wooden chair then ran down the frame. It rolled down my chest and either went between my breasts or found my nipples and dripped from there to my legs. It rolled over my belly and funneled between my legs where it added to the pool of liquids between my legs and under my backside. It rolled down my calves in into my boots and seemed to pool at my toes.
He released my hair and again my head fell forward. They seemed to enjoy the sight since this was at least the fourth time it had happened since they had tied me up in the chair. Damp blonde fell over my face and stuck to my breasts again.
I felt the barrel again, only this time it was the round, open end. Enzio Jacomo pressed it against my temple until my head was twisted just a little to the side. “I don’t remember making any promises about you.”
My senses became even more alert. I heard some of the men shuffle inside the room and others hold their breath in anticipation. The ropes that bound my arms to the chair seemed to dig into my wrists. I heard the leather of my boots creak against the ropes and the chair leg as I weakly struggled to move them.
I heard the sound of metal rubbing against metal as Jacomo put tension on the trigger of the gun. I heard a click, then an explosion in my ear. I felt the bullet strike my temple.
My body hurled to the side headfirst and struck the floor. The impact shattered the rickety wooden chair that I had been too weak to escape from. Mostly naked, my body laid there on the floor, twisted to the side with pieces of chair still tied to my wrists and ankles.
“Boss!” one of the crew said. “You fuckin’ killed Ultra Woman!”
Detective Boselli was a very handsome man. I had only been in Megapolis about eight months when I met him. He was on the Inner City Organized Crime squad. We had started working together to stop some crime lords and had been sort of effective. With my powers and lasso and his connections and police authority, we had managed to put a few of the mob crews in jail. I was still learning about the ways of men though. I didn’t know that Boselli was a very headstrong individual that tended to put himself in danger. Fearlessness is prized until it becomes foolhardy.
He had gone missing. Using the lasso I had been able to question a few local toughs until I found one that knew that Boselli had been kidnapped by the mob crew led by a man named Enzio Jacomo. They were a low level group of thugs specializing in a protection racket involving local illegal immigrants. I thought they were stupid men. They were and are, but they had a cunning that I was not yet familiar with. Now I know what men like that are capable of, but at the time I did not. They do not fight fairly, as I had been trained to do.
When I had burst into the old shoe store that was their front, three men had leaped at me. The first had met a fist, the second a boot, the third my elbow. In about four seconds all of them were lying unconscious on the floor. A pistol shot rang out and a bullet bounced off my bracelet. In four steps I reached him and snatched the pistol away. I put a hand to his chest and pushed him away, then bent the barrel of the pistol with some effort.
“Hold it right there Ultra Woman,” a voice said. I spun around to face it and gasped. Inside an adjoining room was Boselli. He was tied to a chair and gagged with a strip of cloth. A slightly pudgy middle aged man of Italian descent held a gun to Boselli’s head.
I took a step towards the door but the man pushed the gun against Boselli’s head. “Take another fucking step and I’ll splatter his brains all over this room.”
I stopped. I did not know what to do. I could not cross the thirty feet in time to stop this man from depressing the trigger of the gun. I could not grab the rope off my hip, form it into a lasso, and snare him before he could fire the gun. Now I know what I should have done, but then I was still learning. I was about to receive another lesson; working with civilians can get the civilian or the heroine killed. Or both.
“Good choice,” he said with a grin. “Tie her up boys.”
Two men came towards me also grinning. I grabbed the first by his shirt collar and threw him back against the wall hard enough to make the paint crack. “No! You will not bind me. Release him and I will be your captive!” I said since I could not think of a better course of action at the time.
“Listen Ultra Woman, I could have killed him any time I wanted to. I don’t want him. I want you.” I only glared at him and kept the other thug at arm’s length. “You got my word, you surrender to us and I’ll let your boyfriend go.”
“Why should I trust you?” I demanded.
“Because I’m a man of my word,” he replied. “And because you ain’t got no choice.” My blue eyes shot daggers at him still while weighing my options. Second passed and I could feel the tension in the air. I still had the same choices. I could not reach him but I could not flee and leave Boselli as their captive, or so I thought at the time. When my eyes dropped to the floor, I could feel the thugs’ elation.
“Use that rope she’s carrying,” Jacomo ordered. One of the men yanked the golden coil from my hip while two others roughly grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. I jerked one arm to the side and lifted one of the men into the air.
“Hey!” Jacomo barked.
I relaxed my arms and in seconds the lasso was pulled tight around my wrists binding my arms behind me. One of them grabbed a loose end of the lasso and stepped in front of me. “On your knees, Ultra Woman. And no funny stuff, you ain’t going to try to escape us.”
I felt the tingle of magic pass through me. I had no choice as his command burned through my resistance. First one knee, then the other, and I was kneeling before the thug.
Jacomo came up and took the lasso. “The lasso means you have to do everything I say, right?”
My eyes were on the floor but I had to reply. “Y...yes...” I had to say.
A grin spread across the face of every man in the room. I heard a zipper and Jacomo feet appeared before me on the floor. He put a hand to the top of my head and pulled my hair back so I had to look up.
My blue eyes went wide. “Good,” he said. “Suck on this.”
“Aughh! Glllck!!” I coughed and sputtered. The orgasm rippled through me but when he pulled out of my mouth, the eruption of cum splattered across my face. The thugs in the room laughed darkly as the cock in front of me sprayed thick streams across my face and hair. When he was done, he grabbed a wad of my platinum blonde hair and wrapped it around his sticky, saliva covered member to clean it off.
When he released me, I slumped down on top of the thug beneath me. He continued to thrust upwards into my pussy, bringing choking cries from me. I glanced up to see the corner of the room where my bustier, panties and belt lay, right where they had been tossed a half hour earlier.
“I’m next,” I heard one of the men say between my sobbing gasps of unwanted pleasure that kept coming from my lips. I thought they were going to sit me up again so yet another could force me to swallow him while one raped me from below. I had been ordered with the lasso to “fuck these men with all you got” over and over so my hips continued to go down on the cock beneath me with all the strength my tiring body could muster. After four forced orgasms, I could barely hold my head up. My hips though still moved a little bit, more gyrating slowly than thrusting. The thug beneath me made up for my lack of movement.
Suddenly I felt someone rub something creamy across the crack of my ass. Still dazed and my head spinning from the pistoning cock inside me, I did not understand what was happening. I felt someone’s hands on the back of my hips and his legs straddling my boots.
Then I felt the velvety head of his shaft pushing at my tiny hole behind me. “Oh Gods! No!” I cried out. I knew what he was about to do but with my arms bound and completely controlled by these men, I was helpless. “No! DooNNNAAAAHH!”
As he thrust down into my ass, I screamed. It was painful and pleasureable in equal measures and it felt like my hips were going to be torn apart. The two of them inside me thrust like twin pistons. One thrust inside me while the other backed out, then the other violently was plunged into me. My cries filled the room as the double penetration ravaged me, body and soul.
One of the men appeared with duct tape and tore off a piece. “Goddamn, who knew Ultra Woman would be screamer when she’s double fucked?” he laughed.
The single light beamed down over me. As the tenth orgasm passed through me, I only let out a gagged gurgle. The thug ravishing me held himself inside my sex as he released his load of pleasure. When he was finished, he let my limp legs drop away.
I laid there on the table where they had placed me. Glistening with cum and sweat, my boots swung for a few seconds before coming to a stop. My breasts arched towards the ceiling with my arms under me. My head was to the side covered by wet hair that stuck to my chest and shoulders.
“Everyone got their nuts off?” Jacomo asked in a tone of good humor. “Good. Tie the bitch to that chair and let her boyfriend go. It’s time to finish this.”
Four of the thugs grabbed me and yanked me off the table. I slid across a layer of fluids. They threw me into the old wooden chair and landed with a muffled groan. In a minute, I was tied down to the chair.
“Boss!” said one of the crew. “You fuckin’ killed Ultra Woman!”
“No I didn’t you idiot!” Jacomo barked. “You see any blood?” He moved over to my semi-conscious form. He nudged my shoulder under I rolled onto my side. There was a small red spot where the bullet had struck my temple. “What the fuck! I shot the bitch point bla....” He paused as the sounds of police sirens started to be heard in the distance. The men all began to scatter.
“Bitch!” Jacomo roared as he fired the pistol again. A bullet slammed into my cheek. My head jerked and the bullet bounded across the room. Another round and a bullet hit the outside of my breast. I let out a soft grunt of pain and my breast shook but the bullet landed harmless on the floor.
“Come on boss! Let’s get the fuck outta here,” one of them said. As Jacomo backed away, he fired again and another bullet hit me. It hit the hard side of my hip, bounced off, and struck the light over me. I was thrown into darkness.
I vaguely heard the crew rushing out of the building, followed by cars driving away hurriedly. They could not know that when I was a baby, my mother had snuck into the lower regions and had dipped me into the River Styx. Like the male Achilles of ancient times, I had skin that could not be pierced. Yet again, my mother’s visions of the future and her bravery had saved me.
I eventually was released by Boselli, but I learned my lesson that day. I keep my distance from civilians, police or not. It almost always ends up with someone dead. In my case, I had escaped and so had he. Others though I know have not been that lucky.