Ultra Woman's hips descended and the hero's long, stiff shaft parted her lips and disappeared within the warm, wet folds of her sex.
"Oooohhhh..." she moaned with a smile on her lips as she rolled her head backwards, long blonde hair brushing across her back.
His large, strong hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. The rode up and down her chest as her body rode up and down the length of his manhood.
Ultra Woman was sitting across PowerMan's lap, her tanned body dripping with erotic sweat. Her bustier was pulled down to reveal her heavy, firm breasts and her star spangled panties were pulled to one side to give him access to her pink treasure. The muscular hero lay under her, his hands on her breasts and his hips bending up to thrust upwards into the Amazon in charge of their lovemaking. His golden pants were pulled down to his knees, another sign of the furious desire they hungered to quench this evening.
"Oohhh...I am glad...mmm...we bumped into each other..." she said as she looked down at the handsome hero, her blue eyes alight.
"Mmmhmm," he agreed.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out and leave you here with my mark on your naked, fucked body," he added.
"You are so beautiful," he said with a wonderful smile.
Ultra Woman beamed down at the hero as she slipped up and down his thick cock. "Mmmm..." she sighed as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. "So wonderful...I can already feel myself going weak..."
She put her hands on his chest. Her Amazon body was going weak. All Amazons lost their great strength when penetrated by a man; it was meant to keep them from temptation. Ultra Woman had been with PowerMan before and it has been mind-blowing every time. He was an incredible lover and such a good person in her eyes.
There was also the trust factor. She could trust that he would not take advantage of her while she was weak as a kitten. She could trust that he would protect her while she was at her most helpless. And she could trust that her enemies would not be able to get back at her by endangering him; PowerMan could defend himself where a civilian lover could not.
She was starting to feel very weak. "Ohh..." she sighed again. Ultra Woman could feel the orgasm rising up within her. She pulled her hair around over one shoulder and leaned forward into his hands, her body's weight falling into her breasts and into his hands. His hips thrust upwards into her sex making her moan softly each time, a soft, high pitched cry of pleasure as the head of his thick shaft plunged into the inner depths of her body. "You make me...ohh...feel so goooood..." she groaned as wave of pleasure washed over her body.
The superhero guided her down until the heroine was lying across the large tight golden tank with the words "PowerMan" on his broad chest. Her breasts compressed gently, but still supporting her with their firmness. "There is nothing I want more than to make you feel good," he breathed into her ear.
"Good and fucked like the little sex toy you are, you costumed, superpowered blowup doll."
"Good and filled with pleasure as you deserve, beautiful," she heard him whisper hotly in her ear.
His hands gripped her hips and he began to thrust upwards into her wet pussy faster and faster. She rocked backwards to meet him, but with every thrust into her, she lost another bit of her Amazon strength. His hands held her hips and held her in place as he ravished her with pleasure.
"Oh thank you..." she breathed. Ultra Woman leaned down to kiss at his neck. "This feels...mnnhhh..." she said, her eyes closing as a bolt of orgasmic pleasure shot from her sex and exploded into her mind, "feels...so good...I have beennnghhh...been wanting...us to do this...for weeks..."
She was close, he could tell. Her sex became very tight when she had almost cum while talking. It was time. His hips arched up until his ass came off the bed as he buried himself deep within Ultra Woman's sex. "And I cannot tell you how badly I have wanted you to feel this way..." he breathed.
"I've wanted to fuck your brains out for a long time, Ultra Blowup Doll. You're going to be nothing but another fucked superheroine sextoy, another conquest."
"I've wanted you so badly, and I want nothing else but to make you feel like a woman," she heard PowerMan whisper in her ear.
"Oh yesss..." she moaned from deep within her throat, "Oh Gods...sooo close..." She saw him reach over to the nightstand and pick up a damp bottle of water. A tingle passed through her, knowing she was going to have drips of cold water dribbling across her burning hot flesh.
As he buried his cock deep within her one last time, out of the corner of her blue, passion filled eye she saw him pick up a small handtowel or something like that. "OhhGodssss..." she hissed between clenched teeth as the orgasm rose up within her. Her fingers gripped the bed twisting the sheets in her fingernails. "Oh Gods...Oh Gods..." Ultra Woman kept repeated. Her eyes closed, her red lips open and trembling, she spasmodically gripped and twisted the sheets in her hands. "Oh...Oh Gods...PowerMan..I..I am c..cummmminnnggg..." Ultra Woman squealed as the pleasure exploded throughout her body and her sex clamped down on the thick shaft buried deep within her.
PowerMan tipped the top of the cold water into the little towel. "You deserve all this pleasure and more, my beautiful Ultra Woman," he said.
"You deserve to be fucked silly then made helpless for more cock like the blonde fucktoy you are."
As Ultra Woman quivered in the throes of her orgasm, her tanned, glistening body tensed and quaking helplessly, PowerMan ran his fingers through the damp hair at the back of her skull. "I have one more thing for you," he whispered.
Ultra Woman's eyes opened a tiny bit, the blue orbs fuzzy from the orgasm still rippling through her.
Suddenly PowerMan tightened his hand on her hair and yanked the orgasm-weakened Ultra Woman's head back violently.
"ANgh!" Ultra Woman gasped as she was wrenched so her head was bent back and twisted to the side. The towel that he had soaked with that cold water suddenly was put over Ultra Woman's mouth and nose. The smell of alchohol and chemicals passed over her and down into the gasping heroine's lungs as her blue eyes went wide. She reached up to grab his wrist, but she was too weak from the orgasm and the rock hard shaft still buried deep inside her sex to break free.
Ultra Woman's eyes went even wider at the vision of PowerMan beneath her faded, like smoke wafting away in a breeze. In seconds, the great hero was gone, replaced by someone else. A normal sized man, lean, with shaggy dark hair and a goatee. His expression mixed a sneer and a victorious smile as he held Ultra Woman's head in place by her hair and kept the rag pinned to her face. She tried to twist her head or pull his hand away, but her own weakness plus his still rigid shaft plunged deep in her sex kept her weak.
"No holding our breath, you fucking blowup doll of a superheroine," he said in a voice that was new to her, yet somehow familiar. With a upwards jab of his hips, the man thrust his manhood into her quivering sex.
"MMNNGH!" Ultra Woman cried out from behind the gag as she took a deep inhale of the drug-soaked rag pinned to her face. Her blue eyes dipped as she gazed down at the man she had been making love to.
Ultra Woman's eyes slowly drooped and her hands fell away from him to flop lifelessly on the bed on either side of him. She twitched a few times as the ends of the orgasm ripples through her, then Ultra Woman went limp, sprawled across the superhero. She was not unconscious, but every muscle in her body was quivering from the orgasm but limp and unable to move.
He put a hand to her shoulder and casually flipped the helplessly numb Ultra Woman over. His sex popped out of the heroine as she rolled over, making her gurgle with pleasure.
Climbing off the bed, the man stood over the sprawled, sweaty superheroine lying before him. Her arms spread wide, her legs twisted around and hiding her sex, her breasts naked, hair spread across her face, the great heroine lay helpless.
He circled around to the foot of the bed. Grabbing her boot, he contemptuously threw it to the far side of the bed, spreading the unconscious superheroine's legs. Ultra Woman could watch him through a veil of drugged pleasure, her body still quaking from the orgasm that made her sex still quiver in the cool air of the room.
"I suppose you are wondering who I am?" he said with a strange accent to his voice. "I call myself the Illusionist."
Ultra Woman followed him with her eyes as she lay sprawled across the bed, her sweaty body half naked in the dim bedroom light.
The naked man pulled a leather satchel out of a closet and set it on the bed next to the helpless superheroine. "Once upon a time I collected royalty. I have had any number of European queens and princesses." He pulled out a small glass ink bottle and set it on the nightstand. "It was always surprising how some of those royal whores turned into complete sluts outside the eyes of their subjects, while fucking others was like having sex with a corpse." Out of the bag next was a well-used quill with brilliant green feathers.
He opened the bottle and dipped the tip of the quill inside. Gently he tapped off the excess ink and stood up. Looking down at Ultra Woman, his gazed passed over her body. "Where shall I mark you?" He put a hand on her hip and tilted her to the side. "That's a fine ass, but no," he said and let her slump onto her back again. His finger toyed with her nearest nipple. "Breasts? No." A finger passed over her lips. "Not there, no."
He sat down on the bed and leaned an arm over Ultra Woman's belly. "Yes, the chest seems best." He touched the quill to the skin of her chest, between her breasts and her collarbones and she felt the heat coming from the blood-red ink. The Illusionist drew his magic symbol onto her chest, a pentagram with a decorative "I" in the center.
Rising off his helpless victim, the villain stood up. He calmly placed the stopper on the ink bottle and put it away with the quill. "I was born a peasant, hardly worth notice. My father was shot for daring to feed his family by hunting a deer on the Queen's estate." He placed his satchel on the floor and climbed onto the bed, his manhood still erect and alive. "When I got these powers, I decided to teach them a lesson. For years I ravished the royal whores, until I was caught."
Grabbing Ultra Woman by her hair, the Illusionist dragged her to the side of the bed, her body twisting at an angle helplessly. "I was shot. That took a century from which to recover. I come back and queens are passe`. Power and beauty is no longer the perogative of royalty," he said with his accent getting more heavy. He pulled her until her head was tilted back over the side of the bed.
"You see, Ultra Cockgobbler, you are the new royalty," he sneered down at her as she helplessly stared up at his upside-down form, his face partially hidden by the villain's manhood hanging over her like an executioner's axe. "You are the ones with power and beauty. You are the new queens of this modern world." Ultra Woman could hear the rage still present in his voice. "You flaunt your beauty and power, so I will treat you like I did the queens and princesses of old."
He abruptly grabbed Ultra Woman's jaw and opened her mouth. Keeping her teeth apart, he thrust his shaft into between her lips and down her throat. Ignoring the gurgled cries of the superheroine, the Illusionist began moving in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping into her eyes and long strands of blonde sticking to them and his thighs.
His other hand grabbed one of her breasts as he ravished her lips. "Just a bunch of superpowered sex toys, that's all you are," he hissed, "just like those overdressed royal sluts."
Over and over he thrust down her throat, his sweat rolling off his body and into Ultra Woman's face. Her arms spread wide, legs and hips twisted to the side, she only quivered and shook to the timing of his thrusts banging the back of her head into the bed.
"Once...mmmnhhh...Once I cum on th...nnghh..symbol," he said between groans of pleasure, "you...you will be marked. Any time I want, I...mmnnhh...can come to you and you will pl...mnhhh..pleasure me without even knowing it, just...mmmmnhhh..just like this night. If...mmmhh..if I want, I can give the symbol's control to someone else and...mmmnhh...and they can fuck you senseless and you... mmhhhhnnn... you will do every nasty thing they tell you to do. You'll... mmmmmmmnnh... you'll be powerless to resist them..."
Ultra Woman was getting dizzy as he buried his cock deep down her throat over and over. She gurgled as his liquid lust oozed from the tip, the heroine knew what that meant.
"AHhhh...yes...Ultra Blowup Doll, here it comes..."
"AAHHHHHHH!" he groans as his balls rose up against her face, tightening up as his cum boiled to the surface.
"AAHH!" he barked as his cum exploded into her throat. As Ultra Woman choked, he pulled out, leaving a thick stream across her sweaty face and flushed red lips. He leaned forward, her face buried and blinded between his thigh. She felt the hot fluid splatter against her chest. Once, twice, then over and over as his balls twitched against her mouth.
His finger traced his own seed over the symbol on her chest. The red ink did not smear at all as it was covered completely by the slick cream against her tanned, sweaty chest.
Finally the Illusionist backed away, allowing her to gasp for air. One of Ultra Woman's limp arms slipped over the side of the bed and her bracelet clanged dully against the carpeted floor. "Now to finish..." he said.
The Illusionist grabbed her by the hair again and pulled Ultra Woman's head back onto the bed. He took off her tiara and callously tossed it in the corner. She looked up at him, blue eyes half closed but starting to show more life in them as the superheroine recovered from her orgasm. "You...you cannot s..succeed wi... with this..." she managed to say in defiant softness.
Putting a finger to her glistening lips, the Illusionist shook his head. "You are the tenth superheroine I've fucked like this. The last one was Maple Leaf and that Canadian sextoy said the same thing."
The villain moved his finger to Ultra Woman's forehead. "You will be number eleven. I think after twelve, I will gather you all together and make you my trophies. But until then, I might want to fuck you again, so..."
Reaching into his satchel on the nightstand, the Illusionist pulled out a carved pentagram, made out of iron, shaped like the symbol drawn onto the heroine's chest.
Looking up at the naked man with his flaccid member near her face, Ultra Woman's muscles were still drugged and powerless, her body still tingling from the orgasm. She could only lay there, spread across the bed, as he pressed the iron symbol to her chest and began to chant in a low tone.
Static started to build up and she could feel it in the air. The symbol resting on her chest just above her breasts began to get warm. His voice became louder, his words audible but slipping away as soon as she heard them.
"AAAAAAAAIIIEE!!"
Suddenly magic energy exploded into her forehead from his fingertip. Ultra Woman's curvaceious body arched stiffly into the air, her eyes going wide as her scream filled the room. The energy shot through her mind. It raced throughout her body, making the superheroine spasm and twist on the bed. Her body began to glow, filling the room with a bright red light.
"UNNGH!" she grunted as all the energy shot back to the center of her body and disappeared into the iron symbol on her chest. She stiffened one last time, and collapsed onto the bed. Her blue eyes closed and she fell into the darkness.
The Illusionist took Ultra Woman's chin in his hand and looked at her face. "And you'll never remember this night, either. When you wake up, all you will remember is some random point twelve hours ago, then waking up here like this."
He looked down at her cum-stained chest and watched the red symbol slowly fade into her skin until there was no sign of it. "Done. Next time I see you, you blonde blowup doll, I'll only have to wave my symbol around and you'll fuck me every way I tell you to."
He patted her naked breast. "It will be very fun."
The villain stood up, circled around the beautiful superheroine lying askew on the bed with her legs spread wide, star spangled panties bunched into the crook of her groin and her sex pink and glistening, her breasts bare with her bustier pulled down, her chest stained and also glistening.
He reached the door and, like coalescing smoke, his form changed into that of a cleaning maid. Calmly he opened the door, turned off the lights, and headed off into the night.
When the door closed, Ultra Woman was thrown into darkness, helpless, ravished, and the latest victim of the Illusionist.