Illusions
By Psycho
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Dazzler cringed inwardly as she pressed the door buzzer. The heavy feeling of dread refused to ease. She had screwed up, and now she would have to face the consequences.

“Come in,” a voice said briskly.

With a trembling hand, Dazzler pushed open the door. “You wanted to see me?” She asked meekly, not at all like her usual collected self.

“I did indeed, and I think you know the reason why. Have a seat.”

Dazzler lowered her head, avoiding the accusing stare. She sank down into one of the dreaded Hot Seats, the nickname for the small, uncomfortable chairs facing Phoenix’s desk. There were other plush seats, selectively offered. The hot seat was only one sign that all was not well.

Phoenix scowled at her, her body language was quite clear. She leaned against her desk; arms crossed, and studied Dazzler as if she were an insect. “Dazzler, I’m disappointed in you.” The dreaded words pierced Dazzler to the heart. “This shipment of energy was key to our operation in the northwest. Its loss cannot be easily ignored.”

Her voice was a choked whisper. “Nix, I don’t know what to say….”

Phoenix’s glare intensified and Dazzler realized her mistake. Never call the Firebird leader by her nickname when you are in the Hot Seat, no matter how close you are. The Hot Seat was for business, and the distance between the occupant and the interrogator was firmly established. The use of her nickname was a privilege not easily won, and using it in this context was an unacceptable display of implied familiarity.

Phoenix glowered for a moment, and then spoke. “It is your duty as Second in Command to insure that each shipment is properly guarded. I am aware that this falls into Kit’s department as well, but she tells me that she was misinformed about the shipment’s size and sent too few guards. The distribution of such information is your job. I am no longer sure that you can fulfill the demands of this job.”

Dazzler gaped. Phoenix could not take away her commission! This job was her life, and she devoted all her energy into it. This was where she belonged. “Commander, please give me another chance!” It sounded pitiful, even to her own ears. “I can do this, just let me prove it.”

Phoenix tapped the silvery metal of her desk with one finger thoughtfully. “Prove your worth, you mean? Yes, that seems appropriate.” Her voice changed slightly, softening a bit. “How far would you go for the Firebird cause?”
Dazzler struggled to answer. She was not sure how to reply.

“Would you follow my orders? No matter how odd they seem?”

“Yes,” Dazzler replied promptly. “I trust you entirely.”

“Even if I ordered the destruction of Earth?”

This shocked Dazzler profoundly. “I…I….”

“You wouldn’t do it,” Phoenix interrupted. “And you’d be right.
Sometimes one has to trust your instincts. The last thing I need is another mindless follower.”

“I believe in you, Phoenix. I’m here to do whatever you tell me to. Just say the word.” Dazzler realized that she was virtually gushing. Perhaps it wouldn’t do to seem too eager and servile.

Phoenix’s expression warmed slightly, dispelling its icy chill. She shifted her weight slightly and, as always, Dazzler’s attention was drawn to between her friend’s legs. Dazzler felt a warm glow flood through her, recognizing the familiar desire. How many times had the two of them clustered together, browsing through battle plans or creating new ones, occasionally brushing hands or even thighs?
Sometimes she had been able to shut out the signals from her body, other times it was all she could do to keep from screaming in frustration. Why did Phoenix have to be so damned attractive? She radiated power, grace and competence, and along with it a powerful sexuality. Phoenix seemed oblivious to this side effect, but Dazzler had seen the covetous glances that most of the males had thrown their leader’s way. This only added to Phoenix’s charisma.
Phoenix’s gaze became more intense as she placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. She had done this countless of times before without giving it a thought, but there was something different. Dazzler could barely keep from squirming as her rather pleasurable discomfort grew.

“I need to know that you are still capable, Dazzler. I need to know that you can perform.”

“Perform?” Dazzler asked, confused. It seemed like an odd word to use to describe her position.

“Yes,” her leader murmured. “I want you to prove yourself to me.” In addition, slowly, unbelievably, Phoenix reached down and unzipped her pants.

Dazzler’s simmering desire burst into full-powered flame. She would think that she was dreaming, but the sight before her was too incredible to be imagined. She had fantasized about this moment for so long, about seeing her reserved superior exposed for her eyes’ pleasure.

She lifted his head and stared at Phoenix, unable to comprehend. “I order you to satisfy me,” Phoenix responded to the incredulous gaze.
Dazzler closed her eyes and whimpered as a surge of pleasure darted through her making her wet. This was so much better than her most daring fantasy. Hand trembling with nervousness and eagerness, knelt down, reached out and inserted her fingers into her vagina before rubbing it from the inside.

Dazzler was a little disappointed at the response. Phoenix did not even blink. There was only one thing to do about that. Dazzler thought to herself. Her strokes became more forceful and rhythmic, and the thumb of her other hand traced the ridge teasingly. Phoenix’s hips shifted slightly, allowing better access, but otherwise the Firebird leader remained impassive.

However, Dazzler was just getting started. She blew air gently on its heated surface and was rewarded by a shudder, which Phoenix could not manage to suppress. It was time to end the anticipation between both of them, and Dazzler leaned forward, flicking her tongue about, and kissed Phoenix’s crotch. Phoenix drew in air sharply, and Dazzler felt another thrill go through her. She began to stimulate the area with her mouth, and was positive she heard a whimper. She would crack that distant veneer yet.

With a knowing smile, she withdrew, ignoring Phoenix’s fists clenching in anger. With assured slowness she brushed her lips over Phoenix’s glistening vagina, paying direct attention to the most sensitive area with her tongue. Phoenix groaned, no longer able to deny her interest. “More,” she growled, and Dazzler knew she could not stop. She fondled the clit with her mouth, sucking it in earnest as she stroked her leader’s thighs and hips.

By now Phoenix had dropped all pretenses and was crying out insistently.

“Dazzler, if you stop now, I swear I’ll demote you to waste disposal manager,” she gasped.

Dazzler smirked. She could not have asked for a higher compliment. She shut her eyes and began to lick, sending her tongue darting over the now-fully-swollen lips, and relished the taste, the rhythm of the stimulation, and most of all, Phoenix’s vocal pleasure. Phoenix’s legs jerked and she grasped the desk behind her tightly. Dazzler opened her eyes. She would not miss this for the world.

“Almost…. Oh, Ares!” Phoenix stiffened, and then melted as her legs trembled. Dazzler felt hot fluid gush down her throat, and that combined with her friend’s soft cries of satisfaction was the sweetest thing she had ever experienced.

After the shudders died down, Dazzler rose stiffly. She could not bring herself to meet her friend’s eyes, staring guiltily at the floor. She could not believe what she had just done. It was incredible to finally live out her fantasies, but she knew that the real Phoenix would never accept any sexual experiences between them. This holoprogram was incredibly, enchantingly real, but she knew she was only deluding herself. She felt horrible for using the program to vent her frustration, especially since he had essentially just taken advantage of one of her best friends.

Dazzler lifted her head and stared at the likeness of the Firebird leader before her. Part of her was genuinely attracted to Phoenix, but another part, the part that remembered the strong friendship between them, was aghast. She had hoped to resolve her feelings with this program, but now she was even more confused than ever.

“You do good work,” Phoenix purred as she stood up and pushed Dazzler down to a nearby sofa. “Perhaps it’s time I showed my appreciation.”

“Oh, Phoenix,” she whispered helplessly, drowning in the dark green eyes. She was captivated, and all her reserves and protests melted away.

Dazzler was treated to another surprise as Phoenix’s eyes glowed into a fiery red and a pair of feathered wings emerged from the redhead’s black. Dazzler gasped at the sight as the large black plumed wings rose and spread out, feeling both frightened and aroused by the sight. Those wings made her look like some kind of dark angel and Dazzler almost wet herself at the thought. Her friend stroked her face, and then slowly began to remove Dazzler’s uniform before pressing her lips against Dazzler’s own. All coherent thought fled at the touch of her lips. Why had she never considered this? She had never thought that Phoenix had wings, or even that her friend would return the pleasure. Dazzler had only concentrated on what she wanted to do to her friend, and had completely ignored the reciprocal possibilities.

All thoughts were wiped out as she felt something fondle her crotch and when she looked down, she saw Phoenix’s other hand caressing her vagina, then slid one… two… three… four fingers in, leaving the thumb to rub the erect clitoris. Her vagina was alternately burning and melting, inflamed by the idea alone of what was happening. All too soon, she felt herself hitting the peak.

“Faster! Oh, Phoenix, don’t stop!” she pleaded frantically, feeling white-hot currents of energy running through her, then her release overwhelmed her, and it was all she could do to hold on to consciousness.

She straightened up reluctantly as her senses returned. She still felt very guilty, but also in a way relieved. When she looked at the hologram before her, still exposed, she was attracted, but the attraction had diminished. Part of the attraction had been physical, the other a strange mélange of wanting to be close and share a bond, and the fervent desire to crack the impassivity of her friend’s demeanor. This furtive encounter had not extinguished all her emotions, but she had gotten what she wanted out of it. All she needed was closure.

She adjusted her uniform, and then turned to the hologram. “This is the end of it. It was incredible, but it would never work out. We are not compatible at all. Goodbye, Phoenix. And thank you.” She leaned closer, and for the first and last time kissed Phoenix’s lips, surprisingly soft and yielding.

She turned and headed for the exit.

“Delete program PhoenixX,” she murmured as she passed through the door, the program fading from sight as the door slid closed. She took a step and nearly bumped right into Phoenix of Olympia.

Dazzler jumped slightly, startled by encountering the object of her affection so soon after seeing the hologram double living out her fantasies.

“Oh, excuse me,” she murmured.

Phoenix scrutinized her face, looking concerned. “Are you all right?” she asked worriedly. “You’ve been rather on edge lately.”

Dazzler straightened up under the gaze, returning the look squarely. “I haven’t felt this sure of myself in ages.” She put her hand on Phoenix’s shoulder and was infinitely relieved when the heady rush of desire neglected to manifest itself. She was now able to face one of her best friends without cringing away in guilt. “Trust me, I’m fine.”

The look of relief was visible on the Firebird leader’s face. “I’m glad, Dazz. I was beginning to worry.”

“I think I’ve gotten my problem straightened out.”

Phoenix nodded in understanding. “I’ve got to get this program started. See you later?”

“Sure thing,” Dazzler replied as he headed down the hall, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.

Phoenix’s dark green eyes followed her friend until she rounded a bend, and then entered the holo room. “Computer, execute program DazzlerX. And seal the doors. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

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Here’s another one from my buddy. Hope you like it!!! I did.

Rapist
*****

Of Maverix and Reptiles
by Psycho

He awoke with a groan, expecting to be in Flyaway’s med bay with a worried Raven by his side. Instead he found himself in a dark room, his hands tied behind his back and with a major headache. He tried to undo his bonds, but he found himself too weak. ‘Must be due to whatever they hit me with’ he thought grumpily. He sagged against the wall and shivered; it was so cold! ‘Wait a minute, cold? Ah, shit!’ Maverix remembered all that had happened. Himself, Airazor, Skydive, and Falcon had been captured by a Reptile magus named Viper, as punishment for interfering in some business he conducted.

Maverix groaned again as another wave of pain throbbed through his head. ‘I hope Airazor made it,’ he thought. She was supposed to go to Metrix and warn the others of what Viper was planning.

“Thinking about your friends?” someone said, and Maverix turned towards the source of the voice. “Don’t bother,” it continued, “they’ll be dead soon, and so will the other three that escaped. It’s only a matter of time, now.”
Maverix sat up and looked at the new visitor. He vaguely remembered seeing her, he now recognized that it was a female, before, he just couldn’t remember. “And you are-?”

The female laughed softly, which didn’t sound very pleasant. “Midnight.” Midnight ran her sharp nails down his jawline and purred, “But you can call me Mid.”

Maverix pulled away from her touch and spat out, “What do you want, Midnight? Have you come here to torture me before I die? Well, you’re wasting your time. I won’t tell you anything.”

Midnight frowned slightly, a smile still on her lips as she said, “What gave you the idea that I came here to torture you?”

Maverix snorted. “Please. I wasn’t born yesterday. I *do* have *some* experience in these matters.”

Midnight’s smile grew wider and she knelt down to him, her dress lowering enough so that Maverix had a good view of her breasts. “I was hoping you would say something along those lines.”

Maverix felt his desire grow, his body heating up and he began to pant slightly. Midnight came a bit closer, her lips just a few inches from his own, and his heart started pounding in his chest. “That wasn’t what I was referring to,” he breathed, his desire growing with each second that passed, the woman’s lips now so tantalizingly close to his own.

“Oh? And just what *were* you referring to?”

She was so close now, her breath hot on his face, and Maverix felt his erection through his pants. “Battle experience,” he whispered, his voice catching in his throat as she drew even closer.
“Do you have experience with women?” Her blunt question sent his arousal through the roof and he practically keened out loud with need.

“Yes!” Midnight smiled and said, “Good. I hate rookies-” and then her lips touched his in a passionate kiss.

He moaned softly, pressing his body into hers, and he deepened the kiss. Maverix felt her tongue slip into his mouth and he almost came right there. When he tried to wrap his arms around her, he discovered his hands were still tied behind his back. Midnight noticed his disappointment and she laid him on his back. “Don’t worry, you won’t be needing those.”

She slowly undid his pants, Maverix panting and moaning with her every touch. Her fingers brushed across his erect penis and he cried out, causing Midnight to smile with satisfaction. “I take it this is a new experience for you. Mating with repiles, I mean.” All Maverix could do was nod, which brought another laugh from Midnight. “I have to confess, I’ve never really slept with an Avillian before.” She moaned as her own arousal increased. “Kind of sexy if you ask me.” She slipped off the top part of her dress to reveal her small scale covered breasts. Another moan escaped Maverix’s throat and he fervently tried to touch them.

“Uh-uh, I told you, you won’t be needing those.” She lowered her head and engulfed his erect member with her mouth, his hips surging upwards at the intimate contact. Maverix screamed as she sucked on his penis, stroking the base with her hands as her mouth moved along its length. Maverix couldn’t restrain his climax and he spurted come into her mouth with a scream, his eyes closed and his entire body stiff. He sagged to the ground and opened his eyes, only to see Midnight straddled his waist and run her hands along his feathered chest. Maverix found himself rearing to go already, squirming as she rubbed the lips of her entrance against his erection.

Midnight eased herself on top of his penis, causing Maverix to come again. She laughed, remaining on top of him as she traced his jawline with her hand. She wiggled from side to side, making him moan with desire. She felt his penis harden inside of her and she marveled how quick he recovered. “Ready?” she asked, and Maverix eagerly nodded. She pulled up again, then moved down, using even, careful strokes. Maverix rose his body to meet hers, matching her pace with an ease only a seasoned lover could match. She arched her body, sighing with every stroke he made, sheathing himself deep within her. ‘Viper isn’t *this* good,’ she thought, moaning as he picked up the pace a bit. ‘Shame he has to die.’

Maverix was beyond rational thought at this point. He ceaselessly drove into the panting woman on top of him, not letting up until he heard her scream in ecstasy. Her muscles tightened inside of her, setting off Maverix’s final climax. He screamed, his penis sending spurts of ejaculate into her, causing her to reach another, albeit smaller orgasm. They panted together, sweat covering their bodies as they came down from their sexual high together. Midnight pulled off him and she gave him a small peck on the cheek. “You were great. Too bad you’re going to die soon; a terrible waste of a man. Merci beaucoup, and have a nice life. What’s left of it.”

Midnight left the room, leaving a half-naked and exhausted Maverix behind. It was the last day of his life; his captured life. Thanks to the efforts of Skydive, Maverix was rescued and all four of them warned Metrix in time. As for Viper and Midnight; they earned a one-way ticket to prison. For a very long time. And that suited Maverix just fine.

Okay, here’s another one from my buddy, though I’m not sure if it can be classified as rape. Okay maybe mental rape would be a good definition. Oh well… enjoy!!!

Rapist
**** Perceptions
By Psycho

Skylight finished his sentence with a flourish of his hand, eyes glowing in enthusiasm. He flipped over a page, placing it on the bottom of a rather sizeable stack, and resumed his report. The senior officers shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They had been there for quite some time and knew that there was no relief in sight.

A slight tingling in his subconscious gently interrupted skylight’s rapture over his latest discovery. Perhaps it was a niggling thought over one of his many experiments. He pushed aside the sensation and pressed on, expounding in detail over his research.

The tingle sank into the back of his mind for a while, and then slowly came to the forefront of his consciousness. A slight sensation ran the length of his dormant interface. Skylight paused for a microsecond in his report, distracted. He quickly picked up the thread of his monologue and continued, but this time the sensation refused to go away. The tingle became slightly more substantial, almost like a breeze. Skylight discreetly drew back from the podium and glanced down, yet his visual inspection revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Most peculiar.

He placed another page of notes on the bottom of the stack and began to speak slightly louder, trying to push the sensations out of his mind. He was capable of losing himself in the analysis of the smallest microbe for days at a time and collapse from sleep deprivation, yet this time he found it unusually difficult to concentrate on his report. True, he had not been sexually satisfied for some weeks now, but he had gone much longer than that before, and he could usually belay gratification until a suitable time. Now was definitely not good.

He shivered, as a phantom breeze seemed to wash over them. His rod stirred slightly, intrigued by the sensation. Skylight’s fist curled slightly on the podium. Not now.

However, his penis thought that any time was a good time and refused to be denied. The sensations slowly grew into a caress at the tip of his slowly hardening rod. A shudder ran through his frame, and he grasped the edges of the podium for support, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you all right, Skylight?”

Skylight jumped at the authoritative voice laced a note of concern. “Uh, of course, Fenix,” he murmured a bit distractedly. He rustled his papers, trying desperately to remember what part he had left off on. He began reading at random, and most of his captive audience would not have noticed if he had started reciting the Communist Manifesto. A bead of sweat slid down his forehead and trickled down his cheek, out of either nervousness or arousal.

He mentally berated himself. Now was not the time to lose his cool. He was occasionally accused of being dispassionate, but he could really use some of that self-control right now. He was about to show the entire command structure how hot under the collar he could get. He fidgeted as the constriction under his lower armor built up agonizingly, going beyond the point where he could comfortably ignore it. A phantom fingertip caressed the head of his stiff, throbbing rod, and he could no longer suppress the moan that rose in his throat. He felt a drop of slick fluid trail down the inflamed unit and shuddered. This was going much further than he wanted.

“Skylight,” Fenix said gently. “You don’t look at all well. Perhaps it would be best if you took a break.”

Skylight opened his mouth to protest, and then clamped it shut as a groan welled up from deep inside. “Yes, Fenix, perhaps you are right,” he said a bit breathlessly. He could not stand another moment of this torment. It was humiliating to have to slink off, but staying where he was would be ten times worse.

“I’m glad I don’t have to make it an order,” Fenix said with a touch of humor in his voice. “You are dismissed.” The others just barely refrained from cheering. They were of course concerned for Skylight’s well-being, but their patience could only stretch so far.

Skylight grabbed his notes, fumbling as a few sheets nearly slipped out of his grasp, and hastened out of the briefing room. He was fervently glad that his face displayed little of his embarrassment, and that his lower armor did not have a suspicious bulge poking out. “What could be happening to me?” he mused. This had never happened to him before, or anyone else, to his knowledge. He hurried off to the lab to do a diagnostic scan.

His erection strained against the confining metal as he strode down the hall, trying to keep his stride steady. The sensations were maddening, and he grasped the papers in his hand, wrinkling them, wishing his hands were wrapped around the burning shaft, soothing the delightful ache. He began to pant slightly, his rod bumping against the flexible metal, smearing the interior with precum.

He burst into his lab, hastening over to a spare table and throwing down his notes. He turned back to the door, magna-sealing it against any disturbance, then headed over to the diagnostic table, taking care to not stimulate his throbbing penis any more than was necessary. He removed the fragile, precious lens perched on his shoulder, then his parts of his armor followed suit. The scanner hummed slightly as he passed it over his body. He whimpered, eyes shutting as the scanner tickled his over sensitized nerves. A drop of shimmering liquid fell from the engorged tip to splash on the table.

A frustrated cry burst from his sensuous mouth. What was causing this maddening arousal? Not that he minded being aroused, mind you, but he preferred to choose the time and place to give into his baser sexual urges. The tickle in his mind grew in intensity.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, moving the scanner from his very alert erection up to his head. He allowed the device to record its data, and then studied the results. It was as he hypothesized — there was a faint trace of a second thought pattern. Someone else was influencing his thoughts — his functions –.

“Eclipse?” he spoke aloud. “Have you been doing this to me?”

A giggle echoed inside his mind, confirming his suspicions, and if there had been any doubt in his mind, it was swept away as an invisible hand seemed to grasp his erection and squeeze. His head tilted back, exposing his throat, as he gave voice to a tortured cry. The expanse of dripping wet metal began to throb, sending warm tremors through his body. “Mmmm,” he sighed, a dreamy smile crossing his face. He carefully put down the scanner and examined his hard-on. He was quite willing to run this little experiment to its natural conclusion.

“How are you doing this?” he wondered aloud.

Gentle laughter answered him. //It’s all in your mind// his lover replied. //I’ve fooled your mind into thinking there is a hand squeezing you, so that is what you feel. I can do anything I want with you now. //

Skylight shrieked as a shiver traveled down the tiny opening in his thick shaft. By the gods, she was touching the *inside*! The tickling sensations traveled the reverse route that his lovely cum would soon exit, pleasuring the sensitized scientist like never before. His legs trembled as he seized the twitching rod with one hand, rubbing it for all it was worth. He whimpered at the sucking noises as his finely sculpted fingers worked at the sticky surface.

His cries rose in pitch as his arousal began to peak, then… died down slightly, subsiding, denying him. “Nooo!” he howled. He had never been so desperate in his life. He turned to the table before him, rubbing his inflamed erection against it, thrusting against the cold metal hungrily. “It’s not working!” he cried and pulled away, leaving a sticky trail. He sank to his knees and grasped his penis with both hands, pulling so hard he feared he would yank it off. Tears began to trickle from his eyes as release built up dramatically, nearly crested, then remained at maddening levels. Thwarted again!

In blind lust, Skylight dragged himself across the floor, rubbing his painfully throbbing penis against the cold surface. He slithered to the other side of the room on his belly, his dribbling erection leaving a distinct trail, not caring how foolish he looked. Anything to achieve release! “Eclipse, please!” he screamed. “I need it!”

He felt a rush of arousal from her end of their mental connection. She was really getting off on his desperation. She loved making him lose control, since even in the sack he remained in command of all his faculties. She wanted to push him to the absolute limit. He was quite close now, but she still wanted to toy with him a little longer.

She sent Skylight an erotic image of himself leaning against a wall; legs spread wide open, as a nameless scientist devoured his straining erection. He howled, uncontrollably aroused at the mental image. Right now, he did not care how it happened, he wanted release! If it took Nightwing himself to gobble his crank, he did not care!

Eclipse snickered at that thought. She had the perfect way to bring her suffering lover to culmination. //Lean forward// she instructed, sending a rush of sensation down Light’s poor abused rod as he complied. //Further!//

“Eclipse, this is as far as I can go!” he protested.

//Try harder// she prompted, sending commands to his mind to comply. He screamed as tendons and muscles were pushed to the limit. Taking pity on him, she dulled the pain and strain, allowing him to focus on the burning need for release.

His eyes dazedly focused on the swollen, throbbing head of his shaft right before his face. He was a bit taken aback. //Go on, open your mouth// Eclipse cooed.

Skylight opened his mouth to protest, and it was then that she gave another command to his body, bringing his head closer and slipping his lips over the dripping tip of his arousal. He cried out and tried to jerk back but she held him firmly still. He sat frozen for several seconds, then the need for release, at any cost, seized him. He began to suck as hard as he could, tongue running over what it could reach. He whimpered around the obstruction, feeling his erection swell beyond belief. “I can’t believe this is happening!” he thought wildly. Then his rod burst, releasing a spray of cum into his mouth and down his throat. The pressure startled him and he jerked back slightly, cum spurting onto his face. The taste of his own fluids shocked and aroused him beyond belief, and he grabbed his spraying shaft and shoved it back in his mouth, causing an even more powerful orgasm to tear loose, flooding his cavernous mouth with conducting fluid. He swallowed rapidly, the liquid trickling out from his lips as his body emptied what seemed to be a gallon of cum. His shut in ecstasy, unable to believe the satisfaction of tasting himself.

At last, his body stopped twitching, and his penis slipped from his mouth, shrinking back to normal size. He sighed and sank back to lie against the cold floor, forgetting about everything; the cum on his face, his lab smeared with fluids, parts of his armor lying against the room. He refused to let himself think about what he had just done. Right now he was drained beyond belief, in more ways than one, and he’d sort it all out after a nice, relaxing nap.

The End

Okay, here’s another story from me pal Psycho. Enjoy!!!!

Rapist
****
The Wings of Passion
by Psycho

Maverix searched the skies, following the blip on his radar. “Almost there….” He muttered to himself as he drew nearer and nearer to Rampage’s position. “Those blasted Ravenans will pay for what they did to him!” He swore, under his breath. Landing a few feet away, Maverix found himself in a lush area of the forest set on the banks of the river. The sun gleamed brightly, the birds twittered in the trees, and the sound of a waterfall filled the air. The determined Avillian drew his gun and crept carefully through the trees, senses on full alert for any sign of his prey. Coming towards the waterfall, Maverix noticed something glimmering in the water out of the corner of his optic. He whirled around quickly. What he found was far from what he expected.

Standing under the cooling torrent was Rampage, rubbing his hands over his naked body. The Maximal struggled to keep focused as he charged into the water and shoved his gun against the back of Rampage’s head.

“It’s over, Rampage!” He growled low.

Rampage whirled around, catching Maverix in the chest, the impact knocking the gun out of the Avillian’s hand and causing him to fly backwards, landing in the water. The Ravenan sneered down at his opponent. “You’re right. It is over… For you! I’m going to enjoy ripping your innards out one by one…” Maverix struggled to stand but Rampage slammed his foot into his chest. “No no no… Now it’s my turn! I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm. Your torture will be slow and delicious.” Rampage’s eyes flashed over Maverix’s body, quickly searching for the most vulnerable place to start. He eyed the area between Maverix. “I believe I’ll start here!” Reaching down quickly he ripped the protective armor off Maverix and threw it aside, viciously grabbing the startled Avillian’s member and squeezing.

“What in the FUCK do you think you’re doing?” Maverix tried desperately to reach down and swat Rampage’s hand away but to no avail. Rampage started to stroke Maverix’s limp manhood slowly, squeezing tightly as he moved his hand up and down. Maverix gritted his teeth against the pain of Rampage’s viselike grip, gasping as he felt his member hardening. “Slag it all, not now…!” He managed.

Rampage smirked at the Avillian’s hard-on. He had a feeling Maverix never relaxed long enough to satisfy himself on a regular basis ever since Fenix…..

Maverix writhed from the pleasure-pain and clenched his eyes shut, shaft hardening further.

Rampage laughed harshly. “How pathetic! You are so desperate for a fuck that even I can turn you on! You should get out more. There were quite a few hot little numbers on Rugby.” Rampage burst into peals of laughter. Maverix badly wanted to spit at his tormentor or at least tell him off, but all he could manage was a half-stifled moan. Rampage leaned close to his captive’s left audio receptor. “What was the problem, friend? Your brother went over to the Darkside?”

Maverix growled angrily and caught Rampage off balance, knocking the Ravenan on his back and causing him to lose his grip. Rampage gasped as Maverix wasted no time moving to kneel between his legs. “You wanna see how ‘desperate’ I am? Let me show you!” Maverix’s mouth parted and he moved down, parting his lips and engulfing Rampage’s penis slowly.

Rampage’s teeth chattered lightly at the pleasure of a warm mouth, something he had not felt since he raped that slut on Rugby right before leveling it. He attempted to move his hand to guide Maverix’s head, but found himself shaking too much to even manage a fist. Luckily (for him) he was steady enough to maintain a vile sense of humor.

“Mmm… Yes… You’re pretty good at this…” Rampage smirked slightly. “Done it before, I take it…” His breath caught in his throat and came out as a loud moan as Maverix pressed his tongue against the sensitive underside of Rampage’s cock.

Panting slightly, Maverix raised his head and stared up at him. “And so what if I have? All the better for you, am I right?” Licking around the tip, he moved his mouth entirely down the Ravenan’s swollen pole and resumed his head motions.

Rampage’s head fell back as he imagined the uptight Avillian Leader and his brother fucking each other. But that was probably before Nightwing put the Darkside curse on Fenix. And now… The thought turned him on even more and he groaned as he felt precum leaking into Maverix’s mouth.

Maverix swallowed, the hot taste getting him ready for the next moment… When he felt Rampage was sufficiently hard, he moved up to whisper in his partner’s ear. “Take me, Rampage. Fuck me hard. I can’t stand it anymore… I must have you!” Maverix panted, barely able to push the words out through his desire. He gulped audibly and pushed up to his hands and knees. “Do it.”

Rampage stood shakily and moved around behind his most hated enemy, studying his strong ass. He ran a finger across the opening, delighting in Maverix’s throaty moan. He was at Rampage’s mercy. All he wanted was to be taken… to feel the lust of another. Rampage sneered and rubbed his tip at Maverix’s entrance, leaning down and moving his mouth against his back. “Beg me, Avillian.”

Maverix narrowed his optics and balled his hands into fists. “I wouldn’t beg you for fuck!” He gulped again as he felt Rampage moving away.

“Suit yourself. I’ll leave you to wallow in your lust. That’s torture enough.” Rampage snickered slightly at the thought and got to his feet, turning to leave.

Maverix punched the water and sighed “Wait. Come back…” Maverix made a face. Any other time he would have blasted Rampage in the back, but this was different and he was much too insane with lust to let his potential fuck walk away.

“Why? All I want to do is see you suffer. It’s the only satisfaction I’ll get.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Maverix winced at the hopefulness in Rampage’s voice. Maverix sat back and looked at Rampage who was facing him now. “There’s only one thing I want more then to torture you….”

“And that is?”

Rampage flattened his palm against his own chest. “Nightwing owns my soul…”

“I’ll…get it back… If not for this, then so it’ll be one when I destroy you.”

“Fair enough.” Rampage slid back to Maverix and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Where were we? Oh yes…” He moved behind him and slid his tip against Maverix’s entrance, stroking the Avillian’s penis with his left hand. He listened to Maverix’s moans and whimpers, loving the control he had over the large male. He could make his partner cum and then leave him there alone. Or cum himself without thinking of his lover’s needs. He leaned down and slowly slid his mouth between Maverix’s massive wings, drinking in the shuddering beneath him. He let a little precum ooze from his tip and coat the Avillian’s ready opening. That was more then Maverix could handle. The dirty eroticism of the ordeal, the sadistic treatment, and the lust of feeling someone else touch him sent him over the edge and he cried out as he came. Rampage smirked and straightened, watching the cum mix with the water bellow them. “My turn.” He whispered as he rammed into Maverix without thinking. The Avillian screamed at the pain and bunched up some gravel in his hands. He could feel tears forming at the corners of his eyes and he squeezed them shut to prevent any crying. Maverix whimpered. He knew he should have anticipated the pain of this joining. Rampage, on the other hand, was loving every second of it as he slammed in repeatedly, holding Maverix’s hips tightly. “Am I hurting you, Maverix?” He panted hoarsely. Maverix nodded in response, his teeth clenched shut. “You know I love to see you in pain. Show me how much I’m hurting you.”

“I feel like my head is going to explode.” Maverix couldn’t stop his voice from shaking as he began crying out with every thrust of Rampage’s massive unit.

“Just the way I like it.” The Ravenan chuckled deeply as he struggled on the edge of insanity. He couldn’t help studying Maverix’s strong back. The way his wings glimmered when they were wet and the way his massive shoulders flexed when he moved his arms. Rampage gulped and closed his eyes as it dawned on him that he was genuinely starting to enjoy himself. He dug his fingers into Maverix’s waist, moaning as it caused his partner to yelp even louder. Rampage took a deep breath and leaned toward Maverix’s ears. “I can’t handle it… I’m…!” Rampage couldn’t finish his sentence. The second he felt his chest brush his partner’s back, he lost it, and spraying load after load of his hot seed into Maverix’s tight ass. Maverix cringed as he felt the liquid filling him to the brim, some of it spilling out and running down his thighs. Pulling out slowly, Rampage fell back into the water as Maverix fell forward, both of them drained and covered in each other’s juices. Maverix rolled onto his back and studied his enemy.

He thought to himself, smiling slightly at how tired Rampage looked. He quickly caught himself, his mouth shutting as he stood on legs of gelatin. “I’ll let you live today, Rampage. But next time…”

Rampage glared after the Avillian. “Remember your promise.”

Maverix turned back, his face lightening for a second. “You can count on me… But only because I promised.” He retrieved his gun and armor, snapping the latter back into place and walking away. “See ya ’round…”

“Right…” Rampage struggled to his feet and finished his shower, pressing the recent events to the back of his mind. He smirked as he remembered that Maverix was the younger brother of the Avillian Leader who was still in the influence of the Darkside curse. “I wonder if the evil Fenix is as good a fuck as his brother?”

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Savage Release
by Psycho

Maverix stood back and marveled how his lover Blade as she moved throughout the simulation. Every obstacle that got in her way was efficiently and effortlessly removed. She took down a class-five practice droid, one that Maverix had difficulty with, with such an ease that it made him wonder where she learned such moves. Blade finished off the last droid and stood, surveying the damage with a critical eye. Maverix started clapping, nodding in approval at her technique.

Blade turned towards him and arched a feathered eyebrow. “Mav, is that necessary? I know you admire my technique as well as my…..physical attributes.”

Maverix laughed, causing jovial echoes to bounce throughout the holoprogram. “You’re right about that, Blade. Anyway, let’s practice your techniques with restraints.” He walked over to a wall panel and keyed a sequence in. The panel slid aside and revealed several different sized restraints.

Maverix chose the maximum security ones and shut the panel. He turned and gestured to Blade, who walked up to him and turned around, placing her hands behind her back. Smiling, Maverix slid the restraints in place with a click and made sure they were secure, then took a few steps back. Blade faced him again, a hint of a smile around her lips. Maverix nodded, and Blade effortlessly slid out of the restraints and held them in front of her.

Maverix’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in shock. He walked up to her and took the restraints from her, then inspected them, making sure they weren’t defective in any way. After a couple of minutes, Maverix looked up at her and said, “How in the world did you do that?”

Blade walked up to him and took the restraints, a small smile on her face. She traced his jaw with her finger and whispered, “Let me show you, dear.” She backed him up to the wall, her lips drawing ever closer to his mouth, then she engulfed it with her own hot mouth. As they were kissing, Blade’s hands were moving up and down his body, caressing it with feather-light touches. She spread his arms up and over to the side. She slid the restraints into place and secured them to the wall.

Maverix broke off the kiss and looked up at his hands, which were tightly secured above his head. He gave Blade a questioning look, which turned to horrified pleasure as she removed his armor piece by piece.

“I’m in control here, is that understood?”

Taking the hint, Maverix only nodded. Blade placed one leg close to his hip, spreading her hot, dripping pussy wide open. Seeing this, Maverix struggled fiercely with the restraints, trying to reach out and stroke it. Blade sneered and rubbed it against his penis, which sprang into full erection. She reached over with one hand and placed it on her knee, making sure Maverix was watching. She slowly unsheathed a small dagger, which glinted harshly in the light.

Maverix gasped as she ran the tip of the blade over her body, smiling as the male struggled even more. “Blade, I need you-”

The grey winged female pressed the flat side of the dagger against his face and said, “Shut up. I’m in command here, Maverix, so you will do as you’re told. Spread your legs.”

Maverix obeyed, his face contorting with desire as she caressed his erection with one hand. She roughly felt him up, doing whatever pleased her, pleasing him as well. When Blade touched his penis with the tip of her dagger, Maverix moaned and if it weren’t for the restraints, he would’ve fell down. Blade devoured his mouth with hers, exploring every inch of his mouth with her hot tongue as the tip of the dagger ran along his rock hard length. His lower body was completely soaked with lubricant from her sweltering pussy, adding to his already crushing desire.

Blade pressed the flat side of the dagger against the root of his shaft, sending shudders throughout his body, more moans tearing out of his throat. Unable to bear any more, Magnus did the only thing he thought of: beg. “Blade, please…..ah!….take…me.. NOW!!”

So enthralled with his response, Blade obliged him and sheathed herself over his erection. Maverix thrust towards her, burying himself to the hilt within her. The sticky cum made it so easy to move within her, and he began pumping away as all coherent thought left him. In between pants and moans, Blade moved her hand towards their groins, circling and caressing his sensitive flesh as she made her way down. When her hand reached where they were joined, she slowly inserted a finger into herself, positioning it close to his thrusting interface. She wiggled it, managing to run it along his erection.

With a guttural scream, Maverix came, flooding her insides with warm ejaculate as he shuddered and trembled. Blade’s finger was soaked with the liquid, causing a whole set of sensations to flood the grey winged Avillian. Blade cried out as an orgasm crashed upon her, shuddering with almost the same intensity as her lover. They both shook together, riding their sexual highs for all it was worth. After a few moments, Blade removed her finger and brought to Maverix’s mouth, allowing him to take it into his mouth and sucking away the lubricant and ejaculate. Another gush of cum came out of her cunt as he readily sucked her finger.

Reluctantly, Blade took it out of his mouth and gave him a wry smile. “We have to leave, dear. The holoroom is scheduled for troop drills in five minutes.”

Maverix smiled and nodded towards his restrained hands. Blade removed the straps, placing them back into the wall panel and shutting it with a clang.

Maverix picked up his armor and put it back on, wiping away the stains with a nearby towel. After he finished, he tossed the towel into the receptacle and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, smiling from ear to ear. “Thanks, I needed a change. Which, I have to admit, was damn good.”

Blade returned his smile, placing her hands flat on his broad chest. She gave him a peck on the lips and said, “You’re welcome. Now let’s make a retreat before this place gets crowded.” Blade and Maverix left the holoroom hand in hand, just as the first wave of troops filed into the room.

THE END

Broken

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Jennifer looked around the darkened hall of the apartment nervously, fumbling in her purse for the spare key. It to a few seconds of searching, and then her fingers closed firmly over the cold hard metal, lifting it from the dark confines of the leather bag. With a small, ragged exhalation—almost like a sob of relief – she slid the key into the lock and opend the door with a practiced flick of her wrist.

Once inside, she closed the door behind her, sliding the small bolt into place and securing the thin bronze chain, before leaning heavily against the solid panel of wood. In the darkness of her small, crowded apartment, she could barely make out the large bulky shapes of furniture. For a few seconds, she could hear ugly male laughter, echoing noisily in her ears, and almost fancied she could see their twisted, leering shapes in the back of the two chairs shoved together to make a crude couch, and in the small coffe table with it’s broken leg.

The longer she stared at them, the tighter the constriction in her throat grew, until she could barely breathe. With a gasp, she flung herself from the door and against the wall, one hand scrabbling desperately over the textured plaster until she found the smooth rise of the switch. Her breath caught, and then she flipped the switch up, flooding the apartment in the golden-yellow of artificial light.

Once more, the furniture was reduced into what it had been: blocks of crafted wood, fitted over with leather And cloth. She heaved a sigh, bringing up a hand to rub at her forehead, and the tight headache that was beginning to form behind her eyes.

She was jumping at the slightest of shadows these days.

It was crazy. It was stupid.

It was what her life had become.

Jennifer pushed away from the walls, stumbling wearily towards the makeshift couch, collapsing on it’s rough surface, finally pausing to kick off her shoes. Once that task was finished, she curled into a little ball, bringing her knees up against her chest and resting her chin on them. After a few seconds, she began a slow rocking motion; back and forth, humming a small, mindless little song to herself to banish the otherwise stiffling quiet…

“…And everything’s as if…we never…said…goodbye…”

Wide, vacant brown eyes slowly closed, though the young woman never ceased rocking back and forth. And as seconds passed, she pulled in even tighter against herself, trying in her own small way to fight back against the snarling, angry laughter that ripped through her mind, taunting her as she struggled.

“Eugene’s woman, eh?”

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she? No wonder Eugene fell for her.”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down…we aren’t gonna hurt ya…”

“Naah…you’ll love it. Trust us…”

Her eyes closed even more tightly, her mouth moving in a silent plea for help to someone who could never answer her, ever again.

Abruptly, her eyes snapped open, and she rolled off the couch, her movements stiff and mechanical, and began in a swaying attempt to reach the kitchen. She stopped every few seconds to sag heavily against the closest piece of furniture or wall, before pulling herself upright and pushing further.

The darkness of the small kitchen swallowed her like a physical being, and for a moment, she panicked, seeing…

“No!!! Please, stop!!!”

“Relax, whore…I told you, you’ll love this…”

“Please! Let go of me!!!”

“Oh, so you wanna play rough, eh…?”

Her hands were shaking when she flipped the light switch. And even the warmth of electricity couldn’t make the chill in her body leave. Sagging against the wall, her eyes roamed around the tiny quarters, finally alighting on the only remainder she kept of her past.

Of him.

A small picture from some group picnic. The happy, lighthearted mood that it projected brought an echoing, twisted smile to her face, and she let her head drop limply, as if the tendons in her neck had snapped.

For a moment, she was angry.

How dare he go off and get himself killed like that?!

And then the sobs began, wracking her entire body like a violent electrical jolt. She slid to the floor, covering her face with her hands.

She was being stupid and stubborn, she knew.

But she couldn’t go back and face them…not after…

“So, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“Aw, shit! Don’t cry, lady! You asked for this, after all!”

“Jeez! Who would have thought Eugene would have fallen for such a whiny woman?”

“Maybe he gets a kick outta their pleading.”

“Heh! Knowing Eugene, he would. Now, now, don’t cry.”

“Yeah. You’re gonna LOVE what comes next….”

Oh, she knew she was being irrational. Her family would forgive her, and her friends would, if anything, be more supportive and protective than before. They could help her through what had happened to her. They could lift her out of the shattered ruins her life had become, and help her rebuild.

It was just…her pride.

She wasn’t sure when laughter started mingling with the choked tears. It just happened, and once she realized it, she saw no real need to stop. In fact, she let the laughing grow louder, until it nearly overpowered her, keening and loud, even muffled by her hands.
And then she was crying again. Dry heaving sobs that hurt more than anything. More than the feet encased in too-tight shoes all day, more than the fading bruise on her cheek from when her boss had grown angry at her, more than the hollow, bleeding place inside her chest…

It carried on for five minutes.

It carried on forever.

And finally, the broken woman Jennifer had become curled into an impossibly tight ball on the hard floor of her dirty little kitchen, and fell asleep.