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The Twin Avengers
by Dick Deeper (mailto:some_guy78@hotmail.com )
My name is Richard Deeper. If I had friends, they'd probably call me Dick. I'm a criminal with meta-human powers. You might think that makes me a super-villain, but I've never thought of myself that way. I never gave myself a super-villain name or wore a flashy costume or anything. I never even committed a truly major crime. I prefer to be cautious- mostly because my powers are very limited.
Let me explain. I have a sort of contact telepathy. Well, not so much telepathy, though I can read surface thoughts and mood. What I get is more of a sense of a person's body. With a good read, I can instinctively tell exactly what I need to do in order to produce just about any desired effect. Early on, I used that power mainly to get a feel for the best way to knock someone out. I've since found some more interesting uses... but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Why don't I give you a quick sketch of my career up until now? I started off with small thefts. Scores that were big enough to be worthwhile, but small enough that most of the heros out there wouldn't take notice. I'd go into a museum, sneak up on a security guard, and throw my arm around his shoulder. That move always confused them. Then, I'd ask how to deactivate the alarm on some displayed item. They'd never tell me out loud, of course, but the information would automatically come into their minds when I asked. With my arm over a shoulder, I could read that information. Then, I'd knock 'em out. Easy enough. Most people have something boxers call a "glass jaw." It's a small bundle of nerves located on the jawline. If you hit it just right, the guy will drop like a stone. With my powers, I had no trouble feeling just where and how I had to hit each guard. If a guard didn't have a "glass jaw," of course, I could always club him in the back of the head. Again, hit him just right, and he'll drop.
So, I've got the access codes or whatever and the guard is unconscious. From there, it's a piece of cake to grab the loot (something small and reasonably, but not overly, valuable) and get out of there. So, basically all I needed was a little practice at breaking and entering, some karate classes, and my powers. Since I kept the take small, I usually didn't have to worry too much about pursuit. Occasionally, some hero would happen by while I was inside. That was never much of a problem. I'd just get a read on their bodies (sometimes, I had to take a hit or two, but usually I could manage some other way), feel the best way to drop them, and then knock them out. One well-placed hit was generally enough to put them down long enough for me to escape.
One day, though, things went a little differently. I was creeping out of the Gotham City Museum of Natural History (with a bag full of semi-precious gems) when someone tried to grab me from behind. I love it when they do that. They think they have the advantage of surprise, but a hand on my shoulder gives me an instant read. Anyway, I reacted automatically... I felt where to hit and what the planned dodge was if I was to suddenly turn around, then I spun (compensating for the dodge), and connected. I looked down to double-check that I'd done everything right, and saw that I'd just knocked out Batgirl. At about the same time, I started sorting through more of the information that I'd gotten from reading her. The fact that she was in excellent physical shape was obvious even without my powers. What surprised me, though, was that just before I'd knocked her out, she'd been a little horny.
She'd gotten an adrenaline rush from sneaking up on a thief, and even more of one when I'd turned to fight. That much I was used to, but I had a definite feeling that that adrenaline rush had made her feel sexy. The danger, the testing of her body, the skintight suit- she got off on it all.
I looked down at her beautiful, helpless body- her long legs, her gently rounded hips, her luscious breasts, her soft-featured face, her streaming hair- and I smiled. Power games made her feel hot, and now I had her at my mercy. I took off her belt, and was happy to find that it had a good quantity of rope and a few pairs of handcuffs on it. I cuffed her slender wrists behind her back, and tied her ankles together. I'd put her out for a while, but I didn't want to take any chances.
I took her back to one of my hideouts (by then, I'd managed to slowly accumulate enough money to keep up several bolt holes). Quickly, I removed her boots, gloves and cape, and tied her to the bed. I could sense that she would be out for another few minutes, so I took the opportunity to take a picture of her with her mask off. I didn't recognize her, but I knew I'd be able to find her eventually. I didn't really expect to need the information, but I wasn't about to waste the chance. Later, I found out that her name is Barbara Gordon- she's the daughter of the police commissioner. I put the mask back on so that she wouldn't know I'd seen her with it off (otherwise, she might think I was dangerous enough to track down later), and waited for her to wake up.
It didn't take very long. She assessed the situation quickly, and wasn't too surprised at what she found. From her thoughts, I could tell that this was far from the first time that she'd woken up tied to a stranger's bed. She seemed both grateful and slightly disappointed that her mask and uniform were still on, and that she didn't have a gag. "Where am I," she asked. "Who are you?"
"I didn't ask your name, Batgirl. You shouldn't ask mine." She nodded her understanding. In her mind, I could feel a mixture of fear and expectation- she was worried that I'd take her violently, but also a little excited by the prospect. She was a strange one, alright.
Still, I was glad of it. I may be a thief, but there are some things I just DON'T steal. Besides, they say it's not a good idea to mix business with pleasure. No need to tell HER that, though- it would ruin her fun.
I stroked my hand across her stomach, a calculated move. For one thing, it kept me in contact with her, so I could still use my powers. At the same time, it let her know I was interested in her body without getting overly personal too quickly. She was confused, I could tell, but also getting slowly more aroused. I looked her in the eye, and when I was sure I'd caught her glance, I trailed my hand down to her waistband. The confusion cleared, leaving only fear and excitement. Maintaining eye contact, I began to slowly slide her shirt up. I stopped when I reached the bottom of her breasts. I caressed her smooth stomach, feeling the firm muscles moving under my hand. She was breathing more heavily now, and the closer contact gave me a better read. The fear was giving way to pure excitement.
I smiled slowly, and she smiled back, hungrily. She was wondering what I was going to do next. I let her imagination go for a little while, then I pulled the shirt up over her head, careful to leave the mask on. I took a moment to appreciate the sight thus revealed. She was wearing a sports bra, and the form-fitting fabric hid little. Her breasts were impressively large, and yet very firm. Her hardening nipples were clearly visible. I slid my hand down her side, and she obligingly arched up. It made her breasts stand out even more, and also let me reach under her to undo the bra.
Unbound, her breasts were even better. Her skin was silky-smooth, and her nipples were begging for the attention they so richly deserved. I explored them first with my hands, running them over the gentle curves, toying with the sensitive nipples. Then, still playing with her right breast, I leaned over and began sucking on her left. I nibbled gently. I kissed my way down to the hollow between her breasts, then worked my way up to her neck. I kissed and stroked and teased, letting myself be guided by my telepathic sense of her body. Soon, was panting heavily, punctuated by the occasional soft moan.
She was completely under my power now, and not just because I had her tied up. So, I wasn't really risking much when I moved over and untied one of her feet. I moved back up, and pulled her tights back, exposing a pair of plain white cotton panties. I kept pulling, and she moved her legs together to help. I worked my way down those long, luscious legs of hers, feeling every inch of smooth skin and toned muscle. I took the tights off her free leg, then retied it. I untied the other leg, took her tights completely off, and then retied that leg, too. I didn't need to keep her tied down, of course, but we both enjoyed it more this way.
I ran my hands back up her legs, and caressed her inner thighs. Then, I slipped a hand under her panties and began exploring there. I parted her lower lips, and ran a finger up and down her moist slit. It wasn't long before I sensed that it was time to go for her clit. I rubbed it with one hand, while exploring deeper with the other. When I felt that she was close to coming, I focused my senses on finding her g-spot, and went for it. She gasped and cried out, then went screaming over the brink into a rolling orgasm.
When she stopped coming, I removed her soaked panties. "I'm going to keep these as a souvenir," I told her. She grinned, still panting. I stripped quickly, and joined her on the bed. I fondled her a little, to get her ready again, then pushed inside.
She was an incredible ride. She was trim, athletic, and energetic, and after that first orgasm, she gave herself to me fully. She was especially responsive because I used my powers to feel out exactly how I needed to touch her. I didn't have to guess what she liked or where her most sensitive spots were. I KNEW. I knew her body better than she did, and I used that to the fullest.
After, I got up and looked at her. She lay there, still tied down, completely spent, smiling happily, wearing nothing but her mask. I took a few pictures of her like that, then got to work. I was fairly tired, myself, but I didn't want to risk her waking up first. I untied her, got her back into her uniform (except for her panties, of course), then dropped her off on a shadowed bench in the museum. When she woke up, she'd have no way to track me down, no way to identify me. She'd have some very pleasant memories, and the disappearance of her panties to prove that they were more than dreams.
Like I said, that was the night that changed it all for me. By then, I'd already accumulated a comfortable fortune. With my new-found use of my powers, though, I began to look more and more for heroines to capture and less and less for money that I didn't really need. For the next few years, I moved around a lot- both to avoid any possibility of pursuit and to find as many heroines as I could. Some were not as kinky as Batgirl. A couple of them were not interested in men at all. I could sense that, though, during the generally brief fights. Those I left. Many, however, truly enjoyed being taken. I was surprised by how many. Soon, it became almost a routine. I'd find a new heroine, capture her, screw her senseless, then leave her somewhere safe for the night. I'd keep her come-soaked panties and a few polaroids as a trophy. Later, I'd pin the panties to a piece of cork board, arrange the pictures around them, and frame the whole thing.
My favorite heroines were sisters who called themselves "The Twin Avengers." One went by "Archer," the other "Tracker." Like me, they had little in the way of super powers. Basically, the twins worked a lot like Batgirl. The advantage that they had was that their minds were linked. They were able to think twice as quickly as a normal human (two heads really are better than one), and fight together in perfect unison. They shared the usual superheroine physique- toned muscles, large breasts (two pairs of gorgeous twin peaks), and smooth curves. Their uniforms- span-dex and utility belts- were identical, except for two things. First, each had her initial on her shirt. Tracker had a line across her breasts and another one coming down between them, forming a "T." Archer had an "A" on her chest, the tip between her breasts, the base at her hips. Secondly, their equipment was a little different. Archer, as her name suggests, carried a bow. She had a variety of arrows, but mainly used it to launch grapple lines. Tracker, the detective of the team, had the expected sensory and analysis equipment.
Even when I first saw them, I expected great things. Not only were their costumes blatantly styled to emphasize their perfect figures, but they'd stamped them with the letters "T" and "A." It couldn't have been a mistake. If my hunch was right, these two might, for the first time, be heroines worth keeping. I decided to track them for a while. After a few years of hunting superheroines, I'd managed to get fairly good at following them. These two rookies were especially easy.
It didn't take much to figure out their secret identities. They tended to patrol the same area fairly regularly. I just staked out the area, keeping an eye out for a pair of buxom twins. A sadly uncommon sight, I can assure you. I located their apartment, then searched it while they were out. Alyssa and Melissa Baxter. A little research told me that they were heiresses. They were probably in the hero gig as much for thrills as for justice. Perfect. I bugged their apartment and uniforms, then showed myself out.
I followed them around for a few weeks, to see what they could do. They were a fairly good fighting team, and could handle most thugs fairly easily. I did see them get captured a few times by super-villains, though. They'd always manage to escape, of course. About half the time, they'd manage to bring in the guy who'd caught them, too. Still, it was interesting to see what other villains did with their captures.
One villain kept them occupied with hench-bots, then flooded the room with knock-out gas. When the smoke cleared, Arrow was dragged off, but Tracker was left behind. I watched, curiously, to see what would happen. When the gas wore off, Arrow found herself stripped down and tied up. Tracker found herself surrounded by robots, who had mysteriously waited until she was awake before resuming their attack. Without her sister, Tracker was only half as effective. That was still effective enough for the relatively weak foes she was facing.
Once Tracker was up and moving, the villain went in to the room where Arrow awaited him, helplessly. He began to have his way with her, fondling her breasts, pumping in and out of her. Tracker felt it through the link. She found it harder to concentrate on fighting the robots when, at the same time, it felt like she was being fucked, hard. She started taking a few hits. Arrow felt her sister's pain, the sensation mixing with the pleasure produced by the villain's hard cock grinding against her clit. Both sisters went wild. Tracker fought as best she could, while Arrow struggled in vain to keep herself from coming. Eventually, the villain came, and, having had his fun, left. Tracker rallied, fought off the remaining hench-bots, and rescued her sister. They patched up their uniforms as best they could, and limped home. They were in no shape to go chase down the villain. Tracker was bruised, Arrow was exhausted, and each felt the other's pain.
In between captures, Lissy/Arrow and Mel/Tracker tried to figure out how to have sex. Oh, they were clearly familiar with the mechanics of it, but their powers were causing trouble. Lissy brought her boyfriend home one night. Things were just getting interesting when he heard Mel moan in the next room. Most guys would be happy with the thought of taking one sister while the other one got off on it, but the reality of the situation freaked the poor guy out.
The next week, they were captured by another villain. This one wasn't familiar with their powers or their relationship. He seemed to think they were lovers or something. He tied them together, with a double-ended dildo between them. Any movement by either sister made both dildos twitch. Nipple clamps chained to each other worked similarly on their breasts. With the twin's telepathic link, the set-up was redundant, but he didn't know that. He just enjoyed watching them, and making them move by spanking them. Eventually, though, the sisters managed to squirm free of their bonds and capture their captor.
A few days later, Alyssa approached her sister. "Hey Mel," she said, "that last capture got me to thinking."
"Yeah, Lissy?"
"Well, we each feel what the other feels..."
"Yes...?"
"So, if I was to finger you, it would be kind of like masturbating, right?"
"What?! Uhm... I guess..."
"Even better, I could get my mouth on you... We're probably the only women in the world who can suck our own clits!"
Melissa thought about this for a second. "You know, Sis, you're right! Let's try it!"
They went off to Alyssa's bedroom, and stripped each other, running their hands up and down each other's bodies. Lissy kissed Mel on the neck, then worked her way down to her sister's breasts. While sucking happily, feeling the pleasant sensations on her own breast, she snaked an arm down to play with her sister's pussy. When Melissa began fondling her own breasts, Lissy moved down her sister's body. I watched through a hidden camera as Lissy licked and sucked Mel's pussy. THIS was certainly unexpected. Just as unexpected, however, was the problem they soon found. As Lissy brought them both to orgasm, she became lost in the feeling. Moaning and gasping, she stopped licking her sister's pussy. So, even though they both came, it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been.
The next week, things were fairly quiet. The Twin Avengers stopped a bank robbery and a few muggings, but did not run into any super-villains. By Friday, they were pretty horny, and they didn't know what to do about it. They decided to go to a local bar, where they picked up a couple of guys. The sisters went off to their respective rooms, each with a guy from the bar. This turned out to be even worse. The guys were REALLY freaked out watching a woman responding to another man's touch- a man who wasn't even in the room. It was especially bad because the guys couldn't co-ordinate with each other.
Realizing this, Lissy, always willing to try something new, came up with the idea of an orgy. The four of them got together in the same bed. Neither of the guys was too happy being in bed with another man, and they were both still shaken from the first try. Still, it's not often that any man gets a chance to have one woman with a body like that, let alone two. So, they tried. It was even worse in person. They still couldn't (or wouldn't) co-ordinate, and were even more freaked out watching a woman respond to the touch of another man when the other guy was in the same bed. The guys left, and the girls lay there, frustrated.
I suppose I could have gone to them then, but it didn't feel right. They were more frustrated than excited, and besides, I didn't really feel like trying to pick up with two girls who had just been screwing around with a couple of other guys. In any case, conquering them while they were in costume was half the fun. Well, maybe not HALF... I really enjoyed making them lose control while I remained fully clothed, and the part where I mounted them and screwed them sensless was even better.
So, a few days later, I broke into one of the local art galleries that I knew was on the Twin's patrol route for the night. I was on my way out when, right on schedule, they rushed in to stop me. I positioned myself so that Arrow couldn't get a shot in without the risk of hitting a priceless painting or sculpture. I dodged around with Tracker until she finally grabbed me. I sensed her body. It was tense with the pent-up sexual frustrations of the past couple weeks. Oh yes, she would be a good fuck tonight. She hit me. I forced myself to focus on more immediate concerns. There! At the base of her skull! I felt her ready herself for her next movement, then came around with a quick karate chop to exactly the right spot. I watched in satisfaction as the two sisters simultaneously collapsed, unconscious.
By the time they woke up, I had them back in my lair. Archer, the more adventurous of the two, was tied down to the bed, wearing only her bra, panties, and mask. Tracker, the more thoughtful one, was bound to the wall, her uniform intact but bereft of weaponry. "I've been watching you two," I told them, running my hands over Arrow's body. "It seems that you've been having trouble with sex." Arrow smiled, but Tracker stiffened, realizing that this meant I knew their identities. "I think I can help, but I'm going to need your cooperation." I had special plans for these two which required that they be able to move around. I could feel that Arrow was ready, but, as I'd expected, Tracker was going to need some more convincing.
Arrow was more than willing to let me remove her bra. Using my powers to feel exactly how I should be touching her, I brought Arrow (and therefore Tracker, too) to the very edge of a massive orgasm, then stepped back. Tied down as they were, the Twin Avengers could do nothing but cool off. I looked over at Tracker, who was panting heavily. I watched her heaving breasts for a little while. They were really quite spectacular. Still, it didn't look like she was ready to give herself over to me. So, I brought Arrow back to the brink. This time, I kept them there, carefully balanced on the edge, unable to go over. I let them calm down a bit, then brought them back again. I did this a few more times, keeping them on the edge a little longer each time.
Tracker's will gave a little more each time. When I was sure that I'd reduced her to a mindless heap of lust, I brought them back to the edge once more for good measure, then let them cool off just enough that they could answer questions again. "I can do wonderful things to you, Mel," I whispered in Tracker's ear, "but you're going to have to give yourself to me fully. Are you willing?" Tracker looked over at Arrow, who was, if you'll pardon the pun, quivering with sexual tension. Tracker, of course, wasn't doing much better. The trembling heroine could only nod. As I'd known, they were now both completely mine.
I untied them both, then started kissing Tracker. At the same time, I started taking her costume off. There was little need for foreplay now, with the girls having been so close to orgasm already. I, of course, was rock hard by now, but that was going to have to wait for a while. Tracker's shirt, tights, and bra were soon on the floor. Now both sisters were wearing nothing but panties and masks. I positioned them side by side on the bed, flat on their backs, knees at the edge of the bed, calves hanging off the end. I slipped my hand under their panties, and began massaging their clits with my thumbs. I rubbed them both in circles, but in opposing directions. As they approached orgasm yet again, I began exploring inside their pussies with two fingers in each. I didn't have much range of motion, since I wanted to keep my thumbs on their clits, but it was enough. Just as they got to the brink, I rotated my hands, hitting their g-spots.
The twins shared a truly massive orgasm. All the tension- not just from the hour's teasing, but from the past few weeks of frustration- came rushing out at once. They bucked and writhed, screamed and gasped and moaned, and it took all my concentration to keep my hands in contact with their pussies. They kept coming and coming, one long, hard orgasm, until they both fell into an exhausted but very happy slumber.
I removed their drenched panties, and took a few pictures of them. They were so sexy lying there, spent and helpless. Then, I tied them up again, and took a few more pictures. I was pretty sure they'd still be mine in the morning, but I wasn't going to take the chance that that one release was all they'd needed. I put a blanket over them, and went to the next room. With the bed full, I'd have to sleep on the couch- this was the first time I'd kept my conquests for the night, so I didn't have an extra bed.
I was still pretty excited, and regretted the fact that I'd have to wait even longer before I could take the twins. Eventually, I managed to get some sleep. Even though I fell asleep later than the twins, I woke up first. Not a big surprise, really, considering how much energy they'd burned off that night.
When they woke up, I put my hand on Tracker's arm. She definitely wasn't ready for more sex yet, but she would be that night. More importantly, she wanted me. She was completely satisfied for the time being, but she was still mine. I touched Arrow, and sensed that was in the same situation. The girls readily agreed to return that night if I let them go, and I sensed no deception in their minds. I untied them, let them get dressed, and drove them back home. I knew Tracker would be able to find her way back. Arrow was surprised that I knew where they lived, but she was too happy to be bothered by it.
I kept an ear on them during the day (though, of course, they didn't know that I was listening). They wondered a bit about who I was, but they didn't look into it too much. They were still tired, and they knew they'd need all their energy for the night to come. If either of them thought of calling the cops or trying to arrest me themselves (I had, after all, been robbing the gallery), she didn't consider it seriously enough to mention it to her sister.
They took it easy for the rest of the day, resting up, and gradually getting more excited about the evening's entertainment. I did pretty much the same.
They arrived right on schedule, and eager to get started. "Why don't you two get each other warmed up," I suggested. Their eyes widened a bit, but they complied. I watched as they kissed each other, massaged each other, and undressed each other. They took their time with it, but I didn't mind. It was quite a sight. Arrow's hands roamed over her sister's body, exciting them both. Slowly, she peeled off Tracker's shirt, kissing and licking the skin as it was exposed. She fondled Mel's breasts through the thin fabric of her sports bra, then removed that, too. Then, as Arrow began sucking on the large, firm tits in front of her, Tracker pulled her sister's shirt off. Arrow's bra was next, and Tracker was quick to begin massaging her twin's equally perfect breasts. Arrow transferred her sister's hands up to Tracker's own breasts, then kissed and licked her way back down to Tracker's waist. She pulled the tights down, sliding her hands along the smooth expanse of those gorgeous legs.
I came up behind Arrow then, and gently pulled her up. While the sisters continued to play with their bodies, I pulled Arrow's tights off. I guided the two over to the bed, and put them back in the same position as I'd had them the previous night. I already had my trophies from them, though, so I wasted no time in sliding their panties off. I looked at their trim young bodies lying naked before me. They were breathing heavily, their two pairs of perfect tits rising and falling. Their pussies were warm and moist. Now we were ready to really get started.
I rubbed my hand up and down Arrow's slit, teasing her lips, then exploring just inside. I watched as the twin heroine's clits began peeking out from under their hoods. Keeping my hand inside of Arrow, I began licking Tracker. When their clits were ready, I moved up and began working on Tracker's, licking and sucking and batting it around with my tongue. At the same time, I began massaging Arrow's clit with my thumb. Through their link, each sister felt her clit being simultaneously sucked and rubbed. It drove them wild. Soon, they were almost ready to come, and that's when I slipped my fingers back inside Arrow's pussy and began rubbing her g-spot. Combined with the double clit action, this was more than enough to make them come. Not as much as last night, of course, but still hard.
I kept licking and rubbing until they both finished coming. Then, I stood up and got undressed. The twins eyed my hard cock hungrily. I repositioned them so that Arrow was lying across her sister's stomach. My left hand played with her tits while my right explored her pussy some more. At the same time, I pushed my cock into Tracker's warm and very receptive pussy. I pumped in and out, grinding against her clit. My fingers moved in and out of Arrow's pussy at a different rate, rubbing her g-spot. My other hand toyed with her hard, aching nipples. Tracker's hands were playing with her own breasts. The twins were getting more stimulation than they or any other woman had ever had, and it wasn't long before they came again.
When they were done this time, I rolled Arrow over, and had her get on her hands and knees. I had Tracker kneel on the bed next to her sister. While my cock pumped Arrow doggy-style, I sucked on Tracker's ample tits. My left hand roamed over Tracker's body, playing with her tits, toying with her pussy, and making the skin in between tingle. My right hand rubbed Arrow's clit. In this position, I was hitting her g-spot, but her clit could still use some more stimulation. The twins orgasmed a third time. Arrow bucked and thrashed, and I exploded inside her. I kept pumping as long as I could, then pulled my softening member out. Arrow collapsed in happy exhaustion, and Tracker flopped back next to her sister. The two heroines curled up next to each other, and fell asleep. I took a few quick snap shots of them like that, then joined them on the bed. They rolled over to cuddle with me. Four pillowy tits pushed into me, and my legs tangled with theirs. As I fell asleep, I thought to myself, "life is GOOD."