Hello again… my buddy wrote this fantastic story involving sex, torture and pressure points. I think I’m starting to feel sorry for the characters… NOT!!! Anyway, enjoy!!!

Rapist
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Pressure Points
By Psycho

Darkside had him. Again. No matter what Fenix did, Darkside always got him here in the end. Pinned down and helpless. Darkside was standing over him, looming. He dug strong fingers into the pressure point of Fenix’s wrist and obediently, predictably, Fenix flipped over, onto his front. Darkside knelt down, one knee expertly pinning his right arm down with nearly unbearable pressure to the nerve plexus just above the elbow. His left was folded uncomfortably high up on his back, the pain at his wrist never easing. Darkside was lightly trailing his free hand along Fenix’s side as he spoke.

“When will you learn, Fenix? The art of Jonin is not about brute force. It is an art form of delicacy, of balance. Of using the body, tuning it perfectly to your needs. It is about finding the most efficient way to cause pain.” And with a single finger, he touched a pressure point along Fenix’s side.

The pain was immense, endless, a huge red ball of agony pressing all the breath from his body. He gasped.
Darkside changed the pressure, moved his hand slightly. “Or pleasure.” And Fenix gasped again, for an entirely different reason. “Like that, did you?”

Fenix didn’t know what to say. This was his teacher. His mentor. His master. He shouldn’t want this. He did, though. Since the night on the ice.

The pain returned. Sharper than before, if possible. Fenix’s eyes watered.

“You will answer me when I ask you a question. Understand?”

“Yes,” he managed to gasp out.

“And you will show me the proper respect.”

“Yes, sir.” Fenix wanted to fight this. He couldn’t. Didn’t know how. He swore he would learn, though. No matter what it took.

The unbearable pressure eased and the touch changed again, sending waves of ecstasy through him. Darkside followed the nerve down his side to his groin. Fenix couldn’t stop the small jerking motions Darkside was forcing from him. Darkside tightened the grip on his other wrist and the pain and the pleasure exploded against each other within him, leaving him sweating and shaking. A moan escaped him.

“Now, answer the question. Do you like this?”

“I…I don’t know. Sir.”
“Well, we have all night to find out.” Darkside pulled the sweaty silk cloth from Fenix’s forehead and used it to bind his wrists together, tightly, behind his back before he stepped away. “Get up on your knees.”

Fenix did as he was told.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Darkside wrapped a hand in his hair and forced Bruce to look up at him.

Fenix stared at his face. “What?” He hated himself at that moment.

“This. Me. Being helpless on your knees in front of me. The pain. It arouses you.”

“Not usually.” He felt his face flush hot when Darkside’s eyes traveled down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“Well, then apparently tonight is my lucky night. How long have you been fantasizing about me?”

“I…” want to lie to you. Fenix was caught in Darkside’s steely gaze. “I… since I fell through the ice.”

“Good. Stand up.”

Fenix rose smoothly to his feet. Darkside was still looking at him, dangerous and hungry. Fenix tested the strength of the wet cloth trapping his wrists. He couldn’t reach the knots and knew it wouldn’t matter much if he did. Not with Darkside tying them. Few things were stronger than wet silk and he knew that this would have to be cut from him eventually if he was to be free.

“You can stop squirming now, Fenix. You know better than to think you can escape me.”
At these words, Fenix stilled and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Darkside stepped in front of him, directly in front, and reached out to untie the drawstring of Fenix’s trousers. They fell in a soft puddle around his feet. Darkside pushed his boxers down as well and motioned Fenix to step out of them. Again, Fenix did as Darkside bid him and stood before him, naked and bound. Darkside’s hands roamed down his body, ghosting over his flushed skin, fingers stopping and probing seemingly at random. Every touch was electric, sending wave upon wave of feeling through him, sometimes pleasure, sometimes pain, often both at once, until he was overwhelmed and trembled at the barest touch. He spread his legs wider for balance and looked down at himself, surprised to find no marks, no burning brands seared into his flesh. His cock stood out from his body, flushed and harder than it had ever been, it seemed. He looked up at Darkside and thought he saw, finally, a trace of approval in his stern face.

“Stay still.” Darkside gave the order while sinking to his knees before him. He cupped Fenix’s balls in his hand and guided Fenix’s cock into his mouth. Surprise didn’t even begin to cover Fenix’s reaction. He thought he might explode right there but Darkside’s expert manipulations kept him together, balanced on a razor’s edge. The image of Darkside, fully clothed, doing this for his helpless, naked student burned itself into him, leaving him unable to look away, unable to move, unable to do anything but shiver violently and breathe in ragged almost-moans. Again and again, Darkside forced him to the edge and stopped him with touches and pressure at precise points that Fenix hadn’t understood existed before tonight.

Darkside stopped and pulled his mouth off Fenix, agonizingly slowly. Still on his knees, he reached inside his tunic for something, never taking his eyes from Fenix. Fenix couldn’t see what he was doing but the unmistakable scent of cloves filled the air. Clove oil. Sword oil. Darkside’s slick fingers were back, fondling his balls, teasing at the opening behind them.

“Tell me what you want, Fenix,” he commanded softly, never stopping his fingers from moving.

Fenix knew exactly what he wanted, knew that he shouldn’t say it. “I want to fuck you.”

Darkside smiled at him, made a sound that was almost a laugh. “I see I haven’t beat the arrogance out of you yet, you foolish, brave boy. You don’t get that. Not tonight. Probably not ever.”

With that, Darkside’s fingers, hard, strong and infinitely skilled, invaded him and he broke open with a wail. Darkside remained on his knees, one hand stroking Fenix’s unbearably hard erection and the fingers of the other still inside him, never hesitating in their insistent manipulation of the pressure point inside him. Fennix bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and concentrated on remaining upright through this assault on his senses. His eyes were tightly shut and stars blossomed beneath his closed lids. He felt as though he were falling in all directions at once.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Fenix.” The room seemed to spin about him when he did and the only thing preventing him from flying apart were Darkside’s hands on him. “I will, however, allow you your release tonight. Come for me, Fenix.”

And with a hoarse cry that all the lip biting in the world could not hold back, Fenix did, drowning in the rush of his own essence and sliding slowly down to the floor until he was kneeling with Darkside, leaning on him for support. Darkside brought a hand up to the back of his head, sliding his fingers through Fenix’s sweat-damp hair. He held Fenix there for a moment, increasing the pressure slightly and then suddenly he was on his feet and Fenix was still on his knees, pressing his face into Darkside’s groin, feeling how hard he was through the layers of cloth between Fenix’s cheek and his cock. He rubbed against it and turned his head to mouth it, pressing hard against the rough linen with his tongue.

A sharp tug in his hair took his attention back to Darkside’s face.

“Very nice, Fenix, but I have a different task for your mouth.” Darkside pulled his attention back down and Fenix saw Darkside’s hand, covered in his own come, right in front of him. He could smell the musky scent of himself over the cloves and the sweat of the training hall. He tried to pull back but the grip in his hair was iron hard. “Clean it.”

He shook his head. He couldn’t do this. The humiliation of his position raged through him, burning away the confusion of lust.

“Fenix.” The power and the warning that Darkside poured into the single syllable of his name made him shiver almost as much as the touches to his nerves had earlier. “Do it now.”

And Fenix leaned forward and gave a tentative lick through the bitter essence. He burned with shame. Darkside’s fingers tightened in his hair. He licked again. He pulled Darkside’s fingers into his mouth and suckled them like he had wanted to suck Darkside’s prick. Lust and desire added to his shame. Darkside pulled his clean hand away from Fenix and stepped back. With a quick flick of his knife, he cut the silk binding Fenix’s wrists and left without a word.

Fenix remained where he was, on his knees, unmoving, not even bringing his aching arms forward. What was he becoming? What was Darkside making him into?

It’s another buddy’s old stories. Its kinda dark. Enjoy.

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Wife
By Psycho

I can’t see the sky from my room.

That’s what hurts me the most right now. There aren’t any windows here, and so it seems like I’m enclosed in a box of darkness, of never-ending night and Hero’s darkest secrets. He keeps me here, and comes hourly to try and break me. Not just mentally, but physically as well. The light in here emits from a small green lamp, giving me only enough perception to see a few feet in front of me. But I’ve been here for at least three months–or maybe four, I haven’t really counted–and I paced around enough to know the length and depth of every corner. There are no windows or openings to the outside world for me to look out to. No sunlight can filter in during the morning, and no moonlight to dance in against the shadows. I sometimes wonder if anyone besides Hero and my two guards know I’m here.

It’s stifling in here, with hardly enough cool air to breathe comfortably. Hot air billows through, scented with whichever drug Hero decided to use today. I spend most of my days sleeping, and then waking up hours before he comes to me. He thinks that I am oblivious to him poisoning my food with sleeping pills. He’s trying to make me loose and forgetful, so I won’t be as strong as I was before. Not that the pills are worth it, anyway. I’m already crippled enough.

But that comes later.

There are no pictures or personal mementos to be seen on the four black walls. At least I made my room on the Avalon somewhat homey. Not with posters of the city, mind you, but of sprawling canyons, deep oceans, and endless fields. Wide open spaces on which I could stretch my wings and soar for hours. But in this tiny room I have only a bed in the corner, and a little table for my lamp. I don’t know why Hero even gave it to me. He knows that a few months ago, I would’ve bashed his head in with it. But now he figures I’m too tired, too weak to lay a hand on him.

I never thought I would be back on Thral, after I exposed Hero’s plan to the Terran Army. I had every faith that they could defeat Hero’s army, and save the planet. They’d been able to defeat every villain up until then. We traveled through time to save the world from Savant and through space to kill Thral’s ancient deity. If they could kill gods, then surely Hero and his army would be beaten. But aboard the shuttle, Jasper did not defeat Hero. We weren’t able to stop the generator in time. Bruce died trying to fly the Avalon in the bypass generator. And the others perished, along with billions of innocent humans, when Terra was destroyed.

But Hero, sadistic man he is, saved a special punishment for Jasper. He killed him, severing his head with the stroke of a sword. Hero never let me see the body. I never said goodbye to the man I loved so much.

Thral was able to defeat the Gestalts this time, but what about the next war? It was never worth it to use the Earth. We had won a single battle, but it didn’t mean anything. There would always be more fighting, more lives added to the ever-increasing death toll.

Like Jasper’s.

Absently, my fingers weave around two pieces of thin metal, which softly clink when they hit each other. I wonder if Jasper regretted giving me his dog tags.

“I want you to have these,” he said softly, opening my hand and dropping the tags. “So you’ll always have a piece of good old me around, no matter where you are.”

“I can’t take these…”

“Sure you can. Just fasten them around your neck, and they belong to you. Besides, I want you have them. As a token of…well…love.”

Hero never gave me any love tokens.

They were a symbol of courage, Jasper’s courage, which I hung boldly around my neck when I was alone. Hero hadn’t touched them yet, only because I kept the tags hidden behind the lamp. I could only pray that he would never know I had a piece of Jasper with me still.

How could Jasper have loved me? From the moment we met, there was an instant chemistry that we continued to fight and deny. Both us of were extremely stubborn, and would never admit to having a stupid crush on a colleague. We kept fighting, using poor excuses to avoid unnecessary contact with the other.

And then I let him take off my mask, so he would see my face for the first time. I never wore a mask on Thral, so Hero never needed to know what I looked like underneath one. There was no mystery between us, no questions about what lay beneath the mask. And the way Jasper gently removed it, lifting my chin to his so I could kiss him for the first time, was simply magical. No one had ever touched me like that before, and I was enthralled.

I can only wonder…only dream about what could have been. If Bruce had succeeded in destroying the hyper-space bypass generator, Hero’s mission would have failed. Thral would have lost the battle, but Terra would still be there. Hero and his forces would leave Terra in frustration, and I would be in permanent exile from my planet. Not that I would care.

Jasper would hate me for a time, because of all that had happened between him, Hero, and me. Our twisted love triangle had broken his heart, and I wouldn’t blame him for hating, even despising all the lies I lived with. Maybe he would fall in love with someone else, that new woman able to mend what I had shattered. I would go into hiding somewhere, trying to find a new purpose for myself. But who would take in a traitor?

A dark thought crossed my mind: Was I better off alone?

Quickly, I shook off the idea. Jasper’s warm smile came to mind, and I remembered how much he loved me.

Loved. Past tense.

I can hear Hero’s footsteps outside my chamber. Maybe today he’ll be in a gracious mood, and let me outside just this once. I’m wearing the nightgown he likes, the black one with red trim. If he’s made happy enough, maybe I can convince him to let me have one freedom. I can go outside the ship and smell the fresh air, and remind myself that I am not Hero’s personal hostage; I am a real person.
So this is what it’s like to be a prisoner of my country.

The ring on my left finger catches the dim light next to me.

A small Gallatin gem glitters atop a ring of unbreakable platinum, marking me as Hero’s. It means that I am no longer merely promised to him; I am his wife. Hot tears spill down my filthy face, as I painfully wish that it were Jasper who was in my bed again. At first I thought I could survive this tortured life, taking comfort in the strength of Jasper’s love. But night after night of Hero forcing me to do this…it’s been too long…

The doors slid open, Hero stepping inside with a smirk beneath his masked face.

“Hero,” I begin to plead, “May I go outside, just for a moment?”

He stared at me, his gaze long and hard. I asked him this question every day, hoping that the response would different. Finally he shook his head sternly. “That’s just not possible today, Lieutenant Hawke.” I held back a choked sob, as he uttered the same reply to my request every day.

Of course I wasn’t allowed outside. I had to be kept here, under control, under his watch.

“My name isn’t Lieutenant Hawke…its Shaina,” I whisper. “Jasper’s Shaina,” I add my voice barely audible. “Please, Hero…”

Suddenly he reaches out to grab my throat. I panic, knowing that I forgot to take off the dog tags. Fatal mistake.

With a single tug, he yanked the tags away, crushing them in a single stroke. He threw the metal against the wall behind me, the tags being nothing more than tiny pieces of scrap metal. “No!” I screamed, lunging towards him.

“Wretched whore,” he shouted, slapping me down. I crumbled against the hard floor, clutching my reddening cheek. “I have been indulgent long enough, Lieutenant. That Terran you loved is gone. He was destroyed with the rest of that sorry planet, and I will not tolerate you hanging on to his memory. You are my wife. Not his!”

“I’m not your wife,” I shrieked, yanking off the ring and throwing it against his helmet. Harmlessly it bounced off, landing beside his shaking frame. Angrily he flew at me, pinning my thin frame against the wall. My hand closed around Jasper’s crushed dog tags, the metal cutting in my skin. Blood seeped onto the floor, but I didn’t cry out in pain.

Pain in a vastly over-rated concept by many beings. Pain isn’t when you’re injured in battle, because you can get medical attention and be cleaned up. Pain isn’t being hit in the stomach with your own mace. Pain is life-long, something that no amount of time can heal. True pain isn’t just mental or physical. It’s both.

I don’t know what exactly pushed Hero to do it. Maybe it was the Elder Council, furious with Hero for putting too much trust in me. They were angry that our plans had been leaked to the Terrans, and they had almost stopped the generator from working, and almost cost Thral a victory. They were a group of twisted, savage elder warriors, and picked a special punishment for the special traitor.

The first dose of sleeping pills that Hero gave me was too strong. I was out for at least two days, and didn’t wake up until we were back on Thral. All I remembered was watching Terra quickly explode, turning into a graveyard of smoke and debris. When I woke up, I was strapped against an operating table. I panicked, knowing exactly what they were about to do.

I had only heard of this ordeal from rumor. It hadn’t been performed for decades, but it stood as a warning to anyone who thought of betraying the planet. With a sickening realization, I knew they were going to remove my wings, grounding me forever. I guess it was Hero’s final way of punishing me.

I knew what people said about my situation. I heard the guards outside my room talking, how much they pity poor Lieutenant Hawke, she with such a promising future in the army and as the wife of war hero, Hero Tran. They wonder why I threw everything away on Terra, just so I could live with a human and fight with my petty Terran friends, and just so I could lose it all in a single explosion.

My wings…

“Put the ring on,” he said quietly, death in his voice.

“No,” I whispered, clutching tighter.

“I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” he screeched, grabbing my neck and squeezing.

My airway tightened, and I started choking. His breathing subsided, no longer an angry panting. He shoved the ring back on my bleeding hand, tossing me back onto the bed. I lay there, completely crumpled and defeated. I realized there wasn’t anything left to live for, with the only thing of Jasper’s I had left being gone.

“You are mine,” he said slowly, taking off his bloodied armor.

“Not again,” I whimpered, backing up against the bed post.

The scars on my back arched painfully, shooting spasms up and down my spine. I pressed my hand against them, trying to subside the throbbing. My efforts were in vain…the scars would start to hurt again all too soon…

A broken symbol of courage lay forgotten next to the bed.

A broken warrior had finally lost the will to live.

I love you, Jasper Starr.

Olympians: Gen 3
Dancing with the Devil
By Nike
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Dark Angel

Chained to the wall, Hotshot silently contemplated her position while her captor stared at her. She knew from the moment she first saw her awake that she must attempt to break away, but the latter proved too much for her, and she was soon knocked out. Minutes later, Hotshot awoke to find herself inside a strange dark hall, bound the same way she did to Phoenix earlier. Glaring at her captor, she was surprised to see the look on the red haired woman’s face. A strange mixture of idle playfulness and contemplation. Risking moment away from her watchfulness, she looked towards the ground, voicing a silent sigh of dismay at her situation.

As she looked back up, she was startled shortly again, as the other Firebird had closed the distance to her in a short hop, and was disarming her. This by itself came as no surprise, but the lingering strokes of the red haired woman’s fingers along her stomach as they worked to undo her belt, the gentle ease with which they removed it, and the second idling of those digits as they traced a light path along her waist; something about these things was out of place. After a time, the woman cupped Hots’ cheek softly with one dusky hand, and then tipped her head to the side by slipping it down to her chin.

“So, Hots…how does it feel to be the one chained up and helpless this time?”

Hotshot made a small humph, sounding small and frail by comparison, but made up for it by the defiance in her face and her eyes. “So what do you intend to do with me, now that you think you’ve caught me, Phoenix?” asked Hots, placing just the right hint of bluffed confidence in her tone.

She did not really feel very confident of her predicament at all.

“Kill me for slicing you up earlier?”

Phoenix seemed to think on this, but soon favored Hotshot with a sweet-seeming smile, and shook her head. As she folded her arms across her chest, Hotshot took note of the woman’s attire. A black version of her uniform that made her pale skin look even paler and her long red hair seem redder, as opposed to the red and gold colors of her usual attire. While her arms crossed, the movement of the fabric made Hotshot forcibly aware that on top, the uniform was cut in a rather wide slit above the golden Firebird insignia where she had sliced Phoenix’s chest earlier, exposing a great deal of the woman’s smooth, pale skin, and not just a little of the large, proud and firm breasts that the leather tried so valiantly to contain within. Gulping audibly, as surprised by her own reaction to this sight as the sight itself, the Phoenix caught her glance, and grinned faintly.

“You like what you see…don’t you, Hots?” the Firebird Commander began in a slight teasing manner.

Hotshot shook her head violently, and scowled at the Firebird before her. But now she was lying, not just being defiant…a part of her DID like the sight she was given, even in her predicament…

Grinning a little broader, the woman raised one smoothly gloved arm, and cupped Hotshot’s cheek to level the latter’s eyes with her own. For a moment, Hotshot saw the Firebird Commander’s eyes glow a fiery red and the next, Hotshot felt her mind growing more at ease…more comfortable and agreeable.

“Now…” Phoenix continued. “Feel better?”

A dozen or more bitterly sarcastic responses ran through Hotshot’s mind, but none of them came out of her mouth, to her mild shock…

“Yes….”

Nodding in acknowledgment, Phoenix let go of her cheek. Hotshot risked another glance around her surroundings. This place did not seem like Fort Maxie. She shook her head, puzzled. What happened?

“I took you away,” Came a soft, familiar voice.

She glanced back and found Phoenix staring at her. “Where are we, Phoenix? Is this the Matrix?”

Phoenix merely shrugged. “In a sense. I wanted us to be alone without It watching and telling me what to do…”

Hotshot blinked in surprise. “It?” Phoenix nodded and Hotshot narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Phoenix let out an amused chuckle. “It.” She simply replied. “You… they… call it Faceless Darkness. The idiots. It knew its name. Void. Desolate.” Her eyes once more lit up in an unholy red light and her voice fell to a deadly whisper. “None must stand in the way between the Goal and the Void. The world outside is merely feeding ground.” She added, her expression solemn. She smirked and faced Hotshot once more. “You’re in a tight spot, my dear Hotshot. The Void ordered me to destroy you…..but now that I’ve caught you, I’m loath to end your pathetic existence, despite what you made me go through earlier….”

Surprised at this strange display of…sentiment…from the Firebird Commander, Hotshot continued gazing at Phoenix. Smiling sweetly, Phoenix slowly began to remove her own belt, letting both hers, and Hotshot’s, drop far to the ground below.

“I’d rather keep you for myself….”

Thrusting herself forwards suddenly, Hotshot had no time to react, as the dark elf pressed her body flush against her own bound form, and touched her soft, rubyish lips to her own in an astonishingly gentle kiss. Even through her breastplate, Hots could feel Phoenix’s large chest bulging out against her body, and the slight tenseness that was present in the Firebird Commander’s muscles.

As thoughts of resistance flew through Hotshot’s mind like a flock of birds, she barely recognized none of them seemed to be carrying through to her body, which was, to her shock and astonishment, responding favorably to Phoenix’s affections. She could feel her nipples slowly hardening beneath her light dress and armor, the warm flush which had started to flow through her skin, the soft pressure added as she kissed softly back, and her lips shifted against the Firebird Commander’s.

Catching herself making a slight whimper as Phoenix withdrew, Hotshot dropped her head and turned it away, feeling ashamed of herself for responding in this way. She was a prisoner!

Phoenix brought her here to kill her! Why was becoming turned on to the other Firebird’s touches, and kiss?

As these confused thoughts and emotions turned themselves over in her mind, she did not notice Phoenix approach her again. She did, however, look up as Phoenix began to unshoulder Hotshot’s light armor and breastplate. Letting the set drop to the ground below, Phoenix returned her attention to her captive, and traced a lone fingernail around the slight swell of one of Hotshot’s breasts. Grinning silently at the low moan that drew forth, she continued on, and let her nail trail slowly up over the soft mound, gliding smoothly over the light-blue silk, until she had brought it to the smaller, secondary bulge in the fabric. That of Hotshot’s lonely, stiffened nipple.

Moaning again, louder, as the other Firebird focused more attention on that tightening nub of flesh, Hotshot’s mind grew hazier, finding it harder and harder to hold onto her thoughts, as the sensations on her body grew even more pronounced. She became intimately aware of the way her breasts were pushed slightly and caught between the cold metal chains that held her bound, and the strangely pleasurable chill they gave her pressed against her form, dulled only by the thin draping of fabric that her uniform granted her. But that thought was perilous, because it brought her focus back to the attentions on her breast: the chafing of her dress against her hardened nipple was driving her mad, her body wanting to twist and squirm with the way these feelings continued on without relief or restraint. A fact Phoenix seemed very much aware of.

Taking a glance upwards at the younger Firebird’s face, seeing the slight turmoil of feelings behind her face as her resistance gradually dwindled away, Phoenix centered her fingers onto the tight nub she was teasing, and pinched, lightly, lifting her fingers up to tug their captive out a little, stretching it.

A short, but unmistakable cry of delight was her reward, and she grinned again, stepping back a couple of feet and chuckling, slightly mockingly. “What’s the matter, Hots? You don’t sound so defiant now…”

Hotshot made no response, lowering her head so she would not have to look Phoenix in the eyes, half-afraid of what might be in her own. Phoenix watched her for a moment, then snorted and shook her head.

“You really are a tease, Hots. Heh…” Stepping closer to Hotshot again, she leaned downwards, and took a soft, lingering lick over the side of the Junior Leader’s neck…”Don’t worry. We’ll take care of that…”

Leaving that vague pronunciation of doom hanging on Hotshot’s mind, she kneeled down, and then ran her hands slowly up the outsides of the Junior Leader’s legs, in a strangely appreciative manner. Moving gracefully, reveling in the feel of her smooth, lovely skin, they eventually disappeared underneath the elastic of her pants, to come back down again a few seconds later, trailing a pair of white silk panties with them. Closing her legs self-consciously, Hotshot tried to cross them as much as she could against the pressure of the chains, feeling vulnerable now with that protection gone, however thin it was.

Phoenix smiled wistfully at Hotshot. “You are worth a laugh or two though, aren’t you….” Seeing the defiance start to well up in her eyes again at the implied insult, she shook her head. “Not like that. You are very lovely…”

Blinking back confusion at being praised by her captor, Hotshot looked back into Phoenix’s red eyes, and just for a moment, saw something very different then the contemptuous Firebird Commander who seemed to regard her as a plaything, the way a cat might view its trapped mouse. There was a flicker, however brief, of genuine compassion, or so it seemed to Hotshot. Phoenix shook her head annoyed, and it was gone again, replaced by the slightly cruel playfulness.

She withdrew Hotshot’s vibro from the floor, and begin to deftly slash up Hotshot’s dress, each swift caress of the blade strategically placed to allow the garment to fall off bit by bit, since the chains prevented a more natural removal. Hotshot blushed furiously as her body was thus fully revealed to her captors, her color rising even more as she belatedly became aware of her OWN reactions to her chain-bound nakedness. By some kind of manipulation on her emotions, or desires within her, which she did not want to acknowledge, she was growing very aroused: her nipples standing out stiffly from the soft bed of her breasts, the insides of her thighs feeling a little moist, and a disturbingly pleasurable glow building in her abdomen.

Her reflection on herself was abruptly shattered by a trace of fear, as she felt a brief gust of air and heard a dull THUNK next to her. Averting her eyes to the side, the dagger was embedded in the wall next to her, a scarce centimeter below her ear. She let out a short gasp, and Phoenix withdrew the dagger, taking it in hand and pressing close to the Junior Leader, almost touching.

“Got your attention again, my little pet.” Phoenix whispered, leaning in close so the words carried into her sensitive ear as warm exhales of breath. “You really stop day dreaming and pay attention, Hotshot. You might even enjoy it.”

Hotshot made no response, and Phoenix shook her head in that annoyed manner again, before taking her dagger, and running the sharp, pointed tip slowly across the surface of the other Firebird’s breast, tracing a slow, almost dangerous circle around the nipple. Hotshot shivered at that touch, the caress of the cold steel against her sensitive skin, and clenched her teeth, waiting for the sharp influx of pain that would come when she pressed down hard enough to pierce her flesh. But it never came. The dagger just kept circling closer and closer to the hard pit of her nipple, and Hotshot was shocked to realize that the closer the dagger got, and the more she anticipated the direct touch of the steel on her sensitive nub, the tighter that nub became. Her breathing was beginning to become labored, as she got more aroused, coming out occasionally in short pants. She whimpered, once, a faint wisp of a sound in the quiet hall around them, and then the touch was gone.

Phoenix chuckled quietly again, and slid her dagger down past the chains across her torso, across the outside of one smooth thigh, then buried it into the tree again with a sharp stab. Reaching between Hotshot’s legs now, she cupped the Junior Leader’s sex in her gloved hand, teasing her growing arousal with a firm pressure of her palm, rolling in a slow circle.

Hotshot moaned out loudly, and struggled against her bonds, at first trying to shut her legs against the pressure she felt stroking her heat, then gradually, opening them up again, letting Phoenix have her way. But…she couldn’t hide her feelings anymore, not like this. It was too much…

Phoenix made a short gasp of her own as Hotshot threw her head back and cried aloud, shocked as the younger Firebird’s hips bucked sharply, and her stroking hand was coated with a sudden deluge of her nectar, pushed into a climax by these simple caresses. Raising her hand to her lips, leaving Hotshot to work out the last remnants of her orgasm by herself, she drew a gentle lick across her fingers, tasting her. Leave it to Hotshot to be sweet, but she would not indulge herself in this quite yet. She had more interesting pursuits to try.

Her hand returning to between Hotshot’s legs, the younger Firebird trembling a little, both in the after shudders of her climax, and in anticipation and fear of whatever might happen next, Phoenix slowly parted her folds, and pushed two gloved fingers inside her. Hotshot tossed her head back again and cried out once more, her sex clutching tightly around the invading digits as they moved deeper.

Phoenix pushed a little more, and soon was filling her up to the second knuckle of both fingers. Hotshot cried out again as she felt a brief flicker of pain. Phoenix withdrew her fingers slowly, taking extra care to make sure the digits coursed along the engorged head of her clitoris, then pushed up again, harder then before. Working as a single member, they plowed their way deeper, burying to their bases this time, and held there. Phoenix looked up, studying Hotshot’s face, observing the expressions of shamed, helpless pleasure run through her features over and over, watching her cry out again as she wiggled her fingers back and forth inside her. The effect was very much to the mutual satisfaction of both Firebirds alike.

Phoenix’s eyes opened wide in delighted surprise as Hotshot came again, almost wailing in her pleasure this time, struggling vainly to control the reactions of her body. Withdrawing her fingers once again, taking care to hide any lingering traces of her own pleasure that might display on her face, Phoenix scowled a little, completely for effect, as she once again licked her fingers clean, and chastised Hotshot, trying hard to sound annoyed…

“Can’t you hold on? You’re not going to be much fun if you come every time I touch you.” She frowned. “Or maybe you’d prefer to continue this later? I’m sure I wouldn’t mind…”

Hotshot shook her head violently before she could catch herself. Phoenix shrugged her shoulders.

“Well perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt if we go on for a few more minutes.” She sighed in a bored tone.

Kneeling down before the younger Firebird, Phoenix parted her legs, kissed the top of her mound, and inched lower, deeper into her folds. Hotshot was delirious with pleasure, she was breathing in mewing gasps, her back was arched, and her body trembled in anticipation.

Suddenly Phoenix’s tongue scratched the bulb of her clitoris and Hotshot came with a cry and lay back moaning. This only drove Phoenix to begin sucking at her sex, making her come and come again.

Hotshot writhed and twisted; only the whites of her eyes showed as her mind became blank from the pleasurable sensations. She did not even become aware that Phoenix stopped her attentions on her sex until her lips engulfed her own, making Hotshot taste and swallow her own nectar as well.

Phoenix suddenly stepped back and watched as Hotshot licked her lips hungrily, her eyes closed from the throbbing heat in her abdomen that was getting stronger with every minute. Phoenix smirked, bringing her hand back up to cup and softly stroke her cheek, the cool fabric of her glove a sharp counterpoint to the warm blush she wore.

Phoenix looked in her eyes for a long moment, as if searching for something that might be hidden within them, eventually nodding, seemingly satisfied with something, and untangled the chains from about her body, letting them fall to the ground below. Hotshot slumped to her knees almost immediately on the floor, and clasped her arms around herself protectively. Phoenix folded her arms over her chest and looked down on her chidingly.

“Now, now. We both know there’s no need for you to be afraid….”

Hotshot looked up, back into her eyes, and contrary to everything she thought, everything she KNEW, having every reason in the world to think otherwise, she found herself believing it, and dropping her arms. Phoenix nodded, and began to slowly finger the clasps to her dress at the front of her high collar. With a deft twitch of her fingers, she released them, and the collar split in two, letting the tight open-diamond front blossom into a wide pentagon shape. Her bosom, now released of the confinement of her previously closed dress reformed into their firm, rounded, natural shapes, still barely covered by the light-gray leather. She watched Hotshot watching the gentle motions of her chest, and smiled inwardly. Yes, she was definitely ready to give in completely. Phoenix then looked back down at her captive and smiled faintly, kneeling down in front of the younger Firebird.

“I will not hurt you now. Not as long, as you cooperate and do not try to run away. Otherwise, It will know what is going on and send me after you again. You won’t get very far. And I’ll have to obey It this time….”

Hotshot just nodded, almost imperceptibly, then dropped her eyes. Finding herself looking at Phoenix’s breasts again, she flushed, and dropped her glance further.

This was not much better as she was now looking at her legs. She turned her head a little to the side now, and Phoenix grinned, realizing what was making her so shifty. She reached out and took her hand, and slid it under the slash of her top, pressing her wonderfully delicate palm firmly to her left breast. Faint warmth began to build in her as she felt her nipple stiffen up almost immediately to that touch, and Hotshot gasped in reaction. Grinning again, with just a slight hint of superiority in her expression, she pulled Hotshot against her with her other arm, and met her lips in a soft kiss. She was rewarded with Hotshot’s other hand moving to her other breast of its own accord, and squeezing both of the large, firm mounds of tender flesh, feeling her sensitive skin smush out a little bit between her fingers. Phoenix let out a low moan, and pressed herself forwards more, pressing her breasts into that grip, feeling her chest mash down further, caught as they were. She broke the kiss off and leaned her head beside Hotshot is, whispering into her long, slender ear, her cheek pressed to Hotshot’s own, feeling the warm blush that colored it.

“You want me…” She all but purred, making it clear that it was not a question.

Hotshot was silent a long while, but eventually closed her eyes, and nodded slightly against Phoenix’s cheek. “Yes…”

Phoenix nodded in response, and backed up a couple of inches, lowering her hands to her lap. “Then you can have me…I will allow you your will in this matter…but do not fail to please me….” A cold glint in her eyes implied the consequences of failure quite adequately.

Hotshot’s hands shifted and began to remove Phoenix’s top, slipping it over her head and tossing it carelessly on the floor. Leaning down and scooting back a bit, she pressed her lips to the stiffened nub, which topped her left breast, and began to suckle gingerly at it, tugging the tight node of flesh wetly. Phoenix moaned again, no louder then the soft sound she had made earlier, and raised her hands to the back of the younger Firebird’s head, tangling her fingers into her short lovely golden orange mane of hair, holding her to her breast. After a few minutes of this, the game eventually began to grow old, and Hotshot moved on to play new ones.

Trailing her hands down Phoenix’s sides, she began to tug her pants down over her hips. Phoenix unfolded her legs in front of her and lifted herself up obligingly as the Junior Leader impatiently began to remove whatever clothing was left on her. She moaned suddenly, as Hotshot slipped between them, becoming much more active then she had expected. And much more eager.

Lifting her legs so they rested over her shoulders, Hotshot dove into Phoenix without hesitation, nuzzling up to her sex immediately, taking in the strangely pleasurable smell, kissing her nether lips as one would passionately kiss a lover. This unexpected surge in aggression caught the Firebird Commander completely off guard, and she cried out loudly, feeling the tender, wet caress against her sensitive folds. Keeping her hands tightly against the back of her head, holding Hotshot there in case she felt any compulsion to leave, Phoenix cried out again, louder then before, her slightly husky voice beginning to take a shrill tone to it. Hotshot had shifted the attentions of her lips to the head of her clitoris, and the effect it had was much appreciated.

Taking a hesitant, experimental lick at the engorged bulb, she repeated the action, a bit firmer, and felt herself becoming more arouse as she listened to the tone of Phoenix’s heated moans, her own breathing becoming labored, panting as well. Biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood was all Phoenix could do to stay a scream as Hotshot’s attentions changed once again, now suckling on her clit as best she could, lips locked against it. It came out as a loud feral growl instead.

Her hips swaying a little beneath the attentions she was being given, a few moments more was all it took, and her second scream could not be stifled in time, as Hotshot grazed that bulb very lightly with her teeth, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. Her nectar spilled out to be met by Hotshot’s tongue, having abdicated her clit in favor of cleaning and tasting the dark elf as soon as her orgasm had begun to strike.

The feeling of the Junior Leader’s slender, skilled tongue moving around inside her pulsing sex kept her high for a considerable time, making it almost impossible to come down, it felt like. At long while her climax did subside, however, and she trembled slightly in after tremor, rising up and pulling Hotshot’s head away from her sex. The initial look of confusion on Hotshot’s face was replaced by fear and betrayal as Phoenix pushed her, back first, on the cold hard floor.

“Keep still,” Phoenix whispered into her ear, her red eyes glinting coldly in the dim light as she began to wrap the chains around the younger Firebird’s body.

Hotshot gasped out in shock and horror, as she found herself completely chained to the floor, making her unable to move an inch, and looked at Phoenix with wide, pleading eyes.

“You…I…you said…”

“I changed my mind,” Phoenix replied simply.

Hotshot looked around hastily, more out of reflex then hope. There was no way she could she break out of the chains, much less escape the fate Phoenix had in store for her. Trembling, she watched as Phoenix took the vibro dagger from the wall and widened her eyes in fear upon seeing the sharp blade glow red hot upon contact with a fingertip.

Phoenix flashed a sadistic smirk and got down beside the Junior Leader, drawing the hot blade close to her face. Hotshot trembled once more in fear, feeling the burning heat emanating from the sizzling and smoking metal as it precariously hovered a few centimeters away from her cheek.

“Its payback time, Hots.” The Firebird Commander whispered.

Hotshot did not have the chance to answer as Phoenix lowered her head leaned against her form, kissing her on the lips. Hotshot melted under the forceful kiss, and felt her body respond favorably to the ministrations, returning the pressure despite herself.

She whimpered in dismay when Phoenix withdrew, only to feel pain as the latter started dragging the red-hot tip of the dagger across the surface of her skin, starting on her right breast. Hotshot clenched her teeth, her eyes closed tight, as she inhaled the acrid scent of her burning skin. Phoenix did not press the blade down hard enough for it to pierce her flesh but the fact that the red hot metal burned as it lazily caressed her skin was enough to pull a reaction out of her.

Suddenly the blade withdrew and Hotshot nearly fainted with relief and exhaustion. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and saw Phoenix watching her silently. For a second time Hotshot thought, she saw a flicker of genuine compassion in those eyes, and then with an annoyed shake of Phoenix’s head, and it was gone, replaced by the slightly cruel playfulness.

A wicked grin flashed on her face. “Don’t look so down, Hots.” Phoenix whispered softly. “The fun part’s just begun.”

And saying that, she brought the dagger back on her breast, tracing a slow, almost dangerous circle around the nipple. Hotshot writhed and winced in pain to no avail. Distantly she could feel Phoenix trace one fingernail across her other breast, copying the actions of the dagger. This thought brought an involuntary shiver of delight across Hotshot’s spine. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, as the dagger and fingernail circled closer to the nipple. Her breathing was beginning to become labored, as she got more aroused, coming out occasionally in short pants. It was driving her mad and all Hotshot wanted was to twist and writhe as the painfully pleasant feelings continued mercilessly.

Suddenly she cried out, partly in pain and delight as Phoenix pressed the dagger point to the nipple while simultaneously tugging and pinching the other. Hotshot shuddered and lay back, her body limp, when Phoenix withdrew again.

“You like it, don’t you, Hots?” Phoenix teased in amusement and then whispered into her ear. “Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy this even more.”

Hotshot winced in pain once more, as Phoenix trailed the point of the heated dagger towards her abdomen, moving lazily in a zigzag manner. When the blade nearly reached between her legs, she paused for a moment, letting the anticipation build on Hotshot, then Phoenix parted her folds and, without warning pushed two long fingers inside her. The Junior leader tossed her head back and cried out, her legs bucking sharply, as Phoenix began scratching and rubbing her clitoris in a fast furious manner, making her come with multiple orgasms all at once.

Once again, it stopped and Hotshot nearly swooned in exhaustion, when she screamed, partly in pain and delight when the tip of the heated blade grazed that sensitive nub, making her hurl into climax, her nectar spilling forth. She laid her head back, only the whites of her eyes visible as Phoenix
began to lick her clean. Then the action repeated repeatedly, making Hotshot cry out both in pain and pleasure until she no longer tell which was which.

Darkness.
***

HEADLINE NEWS: Superman and Batman ‘More than Just Friends?’ Their Intimate Relationship Revealed! — A story by Lois Lane, your intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet

Citizens of the superhero and crimefighter universe were thrown into chaos when security surveillance cameras at the Justice League Watchtower caught a very intimate moment between two of the World’s Finest, Batman and Superman, just after the Justice League came home from Apokalipse battling the forces of Darksied.

“We always knew Superman and Batman held private conferences post missions but we never thought… Oh man, I think I need a few drinks…” John Stewart, member of the Green Lantern Corps and one of the founding members of the Justice League said during an interview.

Jonn Jonz aka Martian Manhunter told us. “I always knew that Batman had this strange…magnetic personality. Those two always had a bond between them. It was inevitable that those two uhm… mate.”

Nightwing, formerly Robin and leader of the Titans was not happy with the current situation and had this to say, “Bruce, HOW COULD YOU???!!!! First it was the Joker, then the Catwoman, Poisonivy, the Penguin, then that bitch that Ra’s Al Guhl had for a daughter, Barbara…uh, Oracle, Black Canary, Huntress, Cass…uh Batgirl, Harlequin, Zatanna, Wonderwoman, Circe and now THIS!!!! ARGHH!!!! We are SOOOOO over!!!” (Nightwing runs crying to Starfire)

Shayera Hol aka Hawkgirl said: “I’m so happy for Superman. You see, Bruce… I mean, Batman was the best I ever had, and I thank Diana for telling me all about his other talents. I mean, John doesn’t have it… uhm, you’re not gonna record this, are you?”

Flash meanwhile had this had to say. “Well, Batman didn’t exactly have a sane head, you what I mean. Being broody all the time, going against all those psychos in Gotham, doing nightly patrols with the rest of the Batclan. Can you imagine what goes on with the Bat, Robin, Batgirl and Catwoman on at night? Man, that’s a scary thought. What? It’s not like Supes and Bats are gonna come out of the Fortress of Solitude and the Batcave soon and kill me. I mean, they’d never do anything to kill sweet lil Flash. Will they?”

We hope so, Flash. For your sake.

DC Comics owns/has appropriate licenses and/or copyright © for these characters. I’m just simply borrowing them.
No profit is made from this news fiction, so please don’t sue me! My lawyers are all too busy making money from their other clients. They’re happy that way and I’m happy that way, too!

.RAVENHOLD

Notes from the Author:

A lot of you may have some questions about the story itself. Like, who the hell is Dyna and why is she spying. Or who are those three Dark Ones that captured her. And what happen to her? Will she end up as tiger food or another thing entirely (pun intended)? Anyway, be assured that all questions will be answered as the story progresses. Oh yeah, comments and criticisms are always appreciated. In fact, they usually help me to write the next chapters faster. -_*

Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
***
Chapter Three: Heat

Flashback:
Ayo smiled as she got down and examined the prisoner. The Elemental was dripping in her lust. Her labia was completely swollen and engorged with blood and her clit was now fully exposed sticking out from her hood. She spread Dyna’s legs apart and the Elemental’s labia fell apart easily like a beautiful flower in full bloom. Ayo examined her more closely. Dyna’s lips glistened, droplets of her juices running down her labia. The Elemental moaned, feeling her cunt was on fire. Ayo slowly brought two fingers up between Dyna’s swollen wet labia to her erect clit and grinned when the Elemental cried out in grateful delight.

“How do you like my pets?” Ayo asked and she began rubbing the Elemental’s clit.

“Ahhhh. . . .!”

“Do you want more from both my pets?”

“Yes I want them, please bring them back!” Dyna knew she sounded mad but she wanted to fuck her pets really bad.

“As you wish.” Ayo removed her finger and unstrapped all the hot and sweaty leather straps. Then she left the room.

Dyna sat up and blinked to get her bearings straight. She shivered in anticipated delight in what was to come next.
End Flashback
***
Dyna stood up as the Lion and the Tiger walked back in to the room. The lion nudged his head up against her cunt. Dyna moaned again as ran her fingers though his thick mane. She was hot and she needed sex REAL bad. His fur smelled of tiger cum and this turned her on even more. His mane was very soft and warm. She felt the lion’s wet lick her cunt once more, and let out a low moan and leaned against his head, letting the lion work deeper into her. Her hands seemed to move on their own and seconds later, Dyna found herself massaging the lion’s erection.

Dyna groaned as her naked body lay against his warm thick soft mane. It felt so great to rub her skin on his thick soft fur. Her mouth was free so she began licking between his eyes, all the while playing with his penis. The Lion stood there and let Dyna toy with him for a while. The tiger walked around the room, watching them and patiently waiting for his turn.

After a while, she dismounted the lion and the tiger walked over to her. Dyna shivered as she watched the striped cat’s powerful muscles shift as he approached her. She just knew they were going to have a wonderful threesome. Suddenly, she let out a startled cry as the tiger butted his nose in her dripping cunt and began to lick. Then she groaned and bent over, letting the tiger have his way with her. She wrapped her arms around the big striped cat’s neck, holding his head in place just in case he felt any compulsion to leave, her legs spread and planted hard on the ground. At the back of her mind, she felt the lion walk up behind her and stick his nose in her open ass. He took a deep breath and Dyna cried out in delight as his rough tongue darted around herd ass. He coated the outside in a thick layer of saliva, then he pushed some of large tongue inside. Dyna jumped as the rough tongue scraped the inside lining of her anus and twitched involuntarily, it made her itch more than it hurt.

After he made a very slick lube of lion saliva around Dyna’s hole, he mounted her. The lion was taller than the tiger so he was able to straddle both the tiger and her by putting his paws down on either side of them. Dyna had the tiger’s fur against her breasts and the underside of the lion on her back. The lion’s short, fat penis pushed into her ass. It stretched her very wide and Dyna began to groan.

When the lion would push in, her hips would push into the tiger’s licking tongue. When the lion pulled out, She moved away from the tiger. The lion’s hot breath breathed down on her nape as he licked it, sending more shivers of delight down her spine. They fucked a long time like this and Dyna moaned. It was very hot between
the two cats. Well over one hundred degrees.

The lion suddenly broke out into a fucking frenzy. Thrusting hard with every pump. This threesome looked like a big fucking mass of muscle and fur. The lion was putting more and more weight on Dyna’a back. It was like they were becoming into one creature. She moaned for more.

Dyna felt herself starting to cum. The tiger growled and purred and as she came at his mouth. While she was cuming, the lion took all the weight off his front paws and laid on top of her The tiger could barely hold their combined weight. Dyna found herself being crushed between a lion and a tiger. She couldn’t breath but she didn’t care. Suddenly, the lion let out an ear-splitting roar and he cumed, thrusting in her in one powerful push.

Gallons of lion cum filled Dyna’s ass. The lion was growling and roaring. It was clear he was very pleased. He bit down rough on her neck to hold her in place. He placed his paws back on the ground to allow her to breath. His cum filled her ass up all the way.

After he came, the lion dismounted and Dyna fell to the floor, very exhausted. She didn’t realize that she had been there for 6 hours and had been in the threesome for almost 3 hours. A river of lion cum flowed out of her ass down her legs onto the floor. The lion and the tiger licked their tongues all over her pussy and legs to clean her up. Dyna just lay there in ectasy as they ran their rough tongues all over her ass and balls.

After they were all done, they stood up and left the room. Dyna suddenly heard footsteps and slowly opened her weary eyes.

“Adrian,” was all she whispered before losing consciousness again.
***
The man called Adrian said nothing as he stared down at the unconscious Elemental. His silvery gray eyes narrowed as his nose detected the thick smell of lust and cum in the room.

“Ayo,” He muttered in half disgust as he got down beside the unconscious girl. “She really ought to learn how clean up after her sick games…”

Still, he was reluctant to put a stop to it. Ayo had worked hard for him paid dearly for it. Surely she was entitled to get some enjoyment from it.

As long as she was careful not to let the captive escape, why shouldn’t she continue to play with her new pet?

the end?

.RAVENHOLD

Notes from the Author:

A lot of you may have some questions about the story itself. Like, who the hell is Dyna and why is she spying. Or who are those three Dark Ones that captured her. And what happen to her? Will she end up as tiger food or another thing entirely (pun intended)? Anyway, be assured that all questions will be answered as the story progresses. Oh yeah, comments and criticisms are always appreciated. In fact, they usually help me to write the next chapters faster. -_*

Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
***
Chapter Two: Lust

After a while, her blindfold fell off. Dyna opened her eyes and gasped before freezing in terror.

Standing right before her was a large white tiger. It was a male, judging from the way his dick was erect and hanging down, and he looked at least 800 to 900 pounds and 12 feet long. The tiger stopped licking and looked at her. Dyna glanced around the room frantically, hoping for a way to get out. Sweat trickled down from her forehead to the floor, as she stayed perfectly still and watched the tiger’s every move. She knew that it could easily attack and eat her up in her bound state.

But this tiger seemed to cast a strange spell upon her. It kept looking up at the bound Elemental with his large golden eyes. Then it continued licking. At first Dyna was too terrified to react. But soon the pleasurable sensations kicked in and she found herself slowly enjoying it. The tiger was good at this, she thought. Part of her (and that part of her was slowly weakening) wanted to get out and escape while the other part wanted to grab his head and pull it closer so it lick deeper. Yes, good. So good, she thought incoherently. She writhed and sobbed in delight as he ran his cat tongue in her several times. This hurt her very much that she thought he took the skin off. She gasped, finding herself becoming more and more aroused. Liquid dripped out from her but the tiger quickly licked it up.

The tiger seemed to be trained to lick people off and he was doing a very good job at it. A heavy scent of sex and lust was in the air. He used his tongue and his lips to work her over. Dyna screamed again as he rubbed her clitoris again with his sharp teeth and sobbed when he continued licking. She was nearly mindless with lust and only whites could be seen in her eyes as she twisted against her bonds. She was right at the verge of cumming when he stopped sucking and let her fall. Dyna could tell that the tiger was going to slowly play with her all night.

Dyna felt him move his one of his paws off her and place it under her ass. She gasped, feeling something being shoved up her ass. It was one of his big claws. It moved around slightly and scratched the lining of her anus. It wasn’t painful but it made her itch. He resumed licking her cunt while he had the claw in her ass. Dyna moaned, loving every minute of it.
***
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Ayo and her two male companions were watching all this from their hidden security cameras. Her breathing was labored and she found herself slowly being aroused at the sight. She felt her juices flowing like a river out of her vagina, down her swelling labia to saturate her panties. She could feel her labia swelling and her clit hardening.

Behind her, her two male companions have already come up with a solution to this. Ayo grinned as she glanced at them and found one of them sucking the other off. She will join them, later. She had… other things in mind first. She turned her attention back towards the now screaming Elemental and gave her comlink a slight tap. “Let’s make this play more…. Interesting for our little whore.”
***
The tiger suddenly stopped licking her as Dyna heard the door open and turned to look. She didn’t see anyone standing there. The tiger stood up and walked out of the room. Dyna seethed and trembled in frustration. She was mad that the tiger just walked out on her like that. She glanced around the room. No one. Absolutely no one was there. She groaned and cursed inwardly. She wanted the tiger to come back and finish her.

She glanced up when she heard some growling and moving in the other room and saw the tiger enter the room again, this time followed by a male lion. The lion sat down between her legs. It had a big black mane and was a little larger than the tiger. Dyna stared at it fearfully, in spite of her present needs, and found herself finding the lion sexy.

The tiger circled them several times just watching. The lion had other plans. He laid down the same way as the tiger with one large paw up on each her thigh, and nuzzled her cunt before licking. Dyna moaned and screamed as the lion kept her right on the edge of cumming.

The tiger wanted some action. He walked up behind her head and straddled her neck. His short spinney sick hung right over her mouth, the smell of his cock was very pungent. Dyna opened her mouth as he squatted down, sitting on her face and shoving his cock in her mouth.

Dyna sucked off the tiger while the lion licked her cunt. His cock was short and had little spines all over it. She ran her tongue over this warm piece of meat, tasting and enjoying the sweet pre-cum. Then she took all of his cock into her mouth and sucked. The tiger started to purr, apparently enjoying what Dyna was doing to him. Then the tiger growled and his dick twitched. A jet of cum sprayed in the back of her throat. This sent Dyna over the edge. The lion knew it and moved his rough tongue over her clitoris. She cried out and cummed all in the lions awaiting mouth.

The tiger was roaring as he mercilessly pumped his load of hot tiger milk down her throat. Dyna swallowed every drop, wanting more. She lay down in ecstasy, her throbbing cunt still dripping. Suddenly the lion got up and so did the tiger. Dyna watched as they strolled out of the room, hoping that they would return soon. She closed her eyes and moaned. She wasn’t sure whether she could keep her lust in control for long.

The sound of footsteps caused her to open her eyes and look up. Dyna saw the woman who had captured her earlier.
***
Ayo smiled as she got down and examined the prisoner. The Elemental was dripping in her lust. Her labia was completely swollen and engorged with blood and her clit was now fully exposed sticking out from her hood. She spread Dyna’s legs apart and the Elemental’s labia fell apart easily like a beautiful flower in full bloom. Ayo examined her more closely. Dyna’s lips glistened droplets of her juices running down her labia. The Elemental moaned, feeling her cunt was on fire. Ayo slowly brought two fingers up between Dyna’s swollen wet labia to her erect clit and grinned when the Elemental cried out in grateful delight.

“How do you like my pets?” Ayo asked and she began rubbing the Elemental’s clit.

“Ahhhh. . . .!”

“Do you want more from both my pets?”

“Yes I want them, please bring them back!” Dyna knew she sounded mad but she wanted to fuck her pets really bad.

“As you wish.” Ayo removed her finger and unstrapped all the hot and sweaty leather straps. Then she left the room.

Dyna sat up and blinked to get her bearings straight. She shivered in anticipated delight in what was to come next.

To be continued…

.RAVENHOLD

This story is a sort of on going adult fantasy story that I am planning on doing. Over all, this story is set in an alternate world called Ravenhold and there is a war between two factions the Elementals, the people who had long been residing in this world and the Dark Ones, people who have just appeared out of nowhere and started attacking the Elementals and started taking over their world. However, what is the REAL purpose of these attacks? Moreover, will the Elementals ever stop the Dark Ones before their world is destroyed?

Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
***
Chapter One: Captured

Chained to the steel pole, Dyna silently contemplated her position while the Dark Ones stared at her. She knew from the moment she first sensed their presence that she must attempt to break out, but three of them together proved too much for her, and she was soon caught, their grappling chains entwining around first her legs, pinning down her mobility, then her arms, capturing her completely. Glaring at the female — clearly the
Leader of the trio — she was surprised to see the look on the woman’s face. A strange mixture of idle playfulness and contemplation, as opposed to the scornful looks of contempt that the other two males were gazing at her with. Risking a moment away from her watchfulness, she looked towards the ground, voicing a silent sigh of dismay at the thought of being captured.

As she looked back up, she was startled shortly again, as the female had closed the distance to her and was disarming her. This by itself came as no surprise, but the lingering strokes of the woman’s fingers along her stomach as they worked to undo her belt, the gentle ease with which they removed it, and the second idling of those digits as they traced a light path along her waist; something about these things was out of place. After a time, the woman cupped Dyna’s cheek softly with one dusky hand, then tipped her head to the side by slipping it down to the Elemental’s chin.

“So, Elemental….how does it feel to be bound up like some animal?”

The woman’s voice was slightly husky, but still rang out melodically. Dyna made a small humph, sounding small and frail by comparison, but made up for it by the defiance in her face and her eyes…

“So what do you intend to do with me, now that you think you’ve caught me?” Dyna asked, placing just the right hint of bluffed confidence in her tone. She didn’t really feel very confident of her predicament at all. “Kill me for spying on you earlier?”

The woman seemed to think on this, but soon favored Dyna with a sweet-seeming smile, and shook her head. “You’re in a tight spot, my dear Elemental. Though usually, I’d love to do nothing more than to slit an Elemental’s throat, I think you could say that we have…other plans for you.” She glaced at her two companions. “Take her to the cell. We’ll have fun with her first.”

Dyna was then led out a second door into a large well lit room. The room had one door. The walls were cement with a big cut out space halfway up one wall that led to another room that was fairly dark A viewing area, she supposed. The floor was a large flat piece of marble that was polished and shiny. Four shackles with four big thick leather straps were bolted to the marble. Other shackles were at the waist, thighs, and upper arms. Dyna started to look anxious and nervous. what did they plan to do? What ever it was, they sure didn’t want her to get away.

The two men then forced her down, stripped her naked, then spread her legs and tied them semi tight to the leather shacks. The leather straps felt nice against her skin they were softened somewhat. Dyna found herself getting off on this. Her arms and hands
were free.

After about an hour of enjoying this new sensation, Dyna was blindfolded and her
arms were spread out and strapped down.

“Just lie back and enjoy the experience.” The two snickered and immediately left.

Dyna soon found herself alone, arms spread wide and whole body completely immobilized. “Now what?” she whispered.
Suddenly the door opened and Dyna sensed the presence of a large animal moving towards her. She shivered as it moved closer and closer. Until she felt it standing between her legs. She gasped as a large wet nose pushed its way into her sex and began
sniffing. Dyna let out a soft moan. Whatever this beast was doing felt so good and she felt herself slowly becoming aroused and her breathing slowly became labored. Then it stopped and she felt it sit down between her legs. Two very large paws with claws sat on either side of her thighs. At first, she thought it was a very big dog, but this was WAY too big to be a dog.

She moaned and writhed against her restraints as she felt it sniffing inside her once more. Suddenly she cried out as a sharp tooth-like object grazed the engorged head of her clitoris, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. The beast had shifted his attention to the head of her clitoris, and the effect it had was much appreciated. Dyna maoned, her breathing becoming more labored, panting. Suddenly she cried out as a sharp tooth-like object grazed the engorged head of her clitoris, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. Her nectar spilled out to be met by the beast’s tongue, having abdicated her clit in favor of cleaning and licking her.

She screamed and cried out both in pleasure and pain as a sandpaper like tongue moved inside her several times. The beast stopped and Dyna felt herself fall back to the ground slightly before it started again again and again, making her cum again and again. Dyna was mindless, enjoying what seemed like hours of pure ecstasy.

After a while her blindfold fell off. Dyna opened her eyes and gasped before freezing in terror.

Standing right before her was a large white tiger.

To be continued…

Well, I’m not sure if it qualifies as rape… Maybe mental Rape. Anyway, enjoy!!!

Rapist
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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

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.”

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.